The Harvest Dawn Is Near

1. The harvest dawn is near, The year delays not long;
2. Sad to his toil he goes, His seed with weeping leaves;
And he who sows with many a tear, Shall reap with many a song.
But he shall come at twilight's close, And bring his golden sheaves.
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