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Corn-Fields of Endor
Standing on a hill of Jezreel, Watching growing corn in the field, Listens she does to the birds’ song And to the trilling crickets’ chirp. The sun now pass the most far hills Means the days’ work is over and done. Soon the night guard will shut city gates And all eyes will yield to the dark. By music of the spirit of silence, The visions of rest are made to dance. Then in the middle of the darkest night, She arises from slumber and the bed, And leaves the sweet relaxing visions She had waltzing through her head. Laying aside all her night garments, Off she runs to her nightly chore. Running around the corn they planted, Makes her sacred circle ‘bout the field. Magic footsteps giving blessing By her dance and dark undressing. Soon passed the summer season And away went her warmest sigh. Corn in green and golden garments, Stood in ripened splendor gleaming. With its emerald sheaths bursting, Send its gold rays into the sky. To the harvest come young maidens, To strip the ears of their garments, Laughing under the spreading trees, They sing the blessings of Jezreel.
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