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Go, reaper,

Speed and reap,

Go take the harvest

Of the plough:

The wheat is standing

Broad and deep,

The barley glumes

Are golden now.

Labour is hard,

But it endures

Like love:

The land is yours:

Go reap the life

It gives you now,

O sunbrowned master

Of the plough!