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A SHEAF GLEANED
He tried to drink, his efforts were beguiling,
The girl his trouble saw, and came in aid,
Offered her pitcher, and divinely smiling,
'Drink, O my father, drink,' she gently said.
It was a scene of old—my bosom bounded,
Years, centuries, seemed back again to roll;
And ere it set, the sun methought had rounded
The girl's pure forehead with an aureole.
