The fields of grass Are growing long, And with much labor Sing a song, Arise! Arise! And let your voices cry! For time will turn And sun will burn And seasons pass us by.
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July Rain
Sweet, the merry river flows, Down, the pouring rain, Fill the stream, and creek, and pool And rush the waterfall To the pond! The water goes And springs burst forth their gain Summer water, summer bliss Pooled in lake and sea Joy poured out upon my head Wherever it may be July rain and thunderstormContinue reading “July Rain”
A Hard Days Work
To bed I go, To rest my head The day is done, The sun is dead The moon has risen, I must sleep A hard days work, I will repeat Calloused hands, and iron bones Work away, to crumble stone Oh dark disease, tear it down! A hard days work, will be my crown ForContinue reading “A Hard Days Work”
