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Dinah Maria Mulock - The Night Before The Mowing
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ALL shimmering in the morning shine 
And diamonded with dew, 
And quivering in the scented wind 
That thrills its green heart through,-- 
The little field, the smiling field, 
With all its flowers a-blowing, 
How happy looks the golden field 
The day before the mowing! 

All still `neath the departing light, 
Twilight, though void of stars, 
Save where, low westering, Venus hides 
From the red eye of Mars; 
How quiet lies the silent field 
With all its beauties glowing; 
Just stirring,--like a child asleep,-- 
The night before the mowing. 
Sharp steel, inevitable hand, 
Cut keen, cut kind! Our field 
We know full well must be laid low 
Before its wealth it yield: 
Labor and mirth and plenty blest 
Its blameless death bestowing: 
And yet we weep, and yet we weep, 
The night before the mowing.
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