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Yet, Lord, o'er Thy toil-wearied weepers
The storm-clouds hang muttering and frown:
On threshers and and reapers,
O Lord of the harvest, look down;
Oh for the harvest, the shout, and the crown!
Yet, Lord, o'er Thy toil-wearied weepers
The storm-clouds hang muttering and frown:
On threshers and and reapers,
O Lord of the harvest, look down;
Oh for the harvest, the shout, and the crown!
Christina Rossetti
