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When The Reaper Lays The Sickle By,

Alfred Austin

When the reaper lays the sickle by,
And taketh down the flail:
When all we prized, and all we planned,
Is ripe and stored at last,
And Autumn looks across the land,
And ponders on the Past.

(C) Alfred Austin
03/27/2017


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