Harvest of Delight
Gather and look at how delightful is our union!
With the soil fertile, mother’s touch in the breeze,
We move onward from another year gone past,
Full of victory, full of win
We bow our heads to that which is above all;
With our feet we stand in safety
As our hearts go to the dead,
But our friendship so ever-lasting, joyous and alive
Shall be one which is forever –
A union never-ending.
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