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They are harvesting today. Now the sun

Shows brown earth slashed, overturned; over there

Trickling rivlets to colder fast streams run,

And like marks of passing life, branches bare

Stick out from the shivering naked trees

Around those upturned acres of soil. Cast

To that dark cut earth are leaves. The fall breeze

Has done its work so they unto the last

Are down. The gates and roads surround the field;

So I know past black dust, there is a way,

A sure path that leads to where all the yield

Of harvest is in barns from where a ray

Comes glowing, lights on the turning earth bare

And shines the fruit of hope in harvest’s air.