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THE SOWER
After the sower with the seed
What mightier being strides behind,
Who from a fiery hand strews out
The elves of life upon the wind?
What mightier being strides behind,
Who from a fiery hand strews out
The elves of life upon the wind?
And every one becomes a slave
Labouring through earth from seed to sun,
Till the green pillar's thick with grain
And the long marvellous labour's done.
Labouring through earth from seed to sun,
Till the green pillar's thick with grain
And the long marvellous labour's done.
Ah, when the food is made for man,
The spirits that the scythe sets free:
Do they exult and do they fly,
Sower of Life, again to Thee?
The spirits that the scythe sets free:
Do they exult and do they fly,
Sower of Life, again to Thee?
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