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Lives of great men all remind us
Let us, then, be up and doing,
Footsteps, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
I will give them all back again."
Shall I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.
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My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled;
"Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
They shall all bloom in fields of light,
And saints, upon their garments white,
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
She knew she should find them all again
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
'T was an angel visited the green earth,
THE night is come, but not too soon;
All silently, the little moon
There is no light in earth or heaven
Is it the tender star of love?
And earnest thoughts within me rise,
When I behold afar,
Suspended in the evening skies,
O star of strength! I see thee stand
Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand,
Within my breast there is no light,
I give the first watch of the night
The star of the unconquered will,