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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - Brandenburgh
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The corn, in golden light,
    Waves o`er the plain;
The sickle`s gleam is bright;
    Full swells the grain.

Now send we far around
    Our harvest lay!
—Alas! a heavier sound
    Comes o`er the day!

On every breeze a knell
    The hamlets pour,—
—We know its cause too well,
     She is no more! 

    Her soft eye`s blue,—
—Now o`er the gifts of God
    Fall tears like dew!
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