Silently
They bend to their labour, knowing not
What they shall reap that their hands have sown!
"Man may not live by bread alone;"
They ask but this, "and receive a stone!"
They bend to their labour, knowing not
What they shall reap that their hands have sown!
"Man may not live by bread alone;"
They ask but this, "and receive a stone!"
VIII
From the faint, gray dawn to the late night's shade
The open air is their dwelling-place.
The sweetest and best that their lives have known
Is the mild, soft air in the summer-time,
When they learn the noon by the village chime
And pause to rest for an hour's space.
The open air is their dwelling-place.
The sweetest and best that their lives have known
Is the mild, soft air in the summer-time,
When they learn the noon by the village chime
And pause to rest for an hour's space.
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