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Alfred Austin - "When the reaper lays the sickle by "
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When the reaper lays the sickle by,
 And taketh down the flail:
 When all we prized, and all we planned,
 Is ripe and stored at last,
 And Autumn looks across the land,
 And ponders on the Past.
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