HARVEST SONG.

LORD and master! let us homewards, let us homewards haste:

Far, far distant are our dwellings—far across the waste. {120a}

Some have aged mothers threat’ning—“Ne’er allow another:”

Some male-children {120b} in the cradle, crying for their mother:

Some impatient lovers chiding;—dearer they than brother.

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