FAR AND NEAR 1. Far and near the fields are teeming With the waves of ripened grain; Far and near their gold is gleaming O’er the sunny slope and plain. Refrain Lord of harvest, send forth reapers! Hear us, Lord, to Thee we cry; Send them now the sheaves to gather Ere the harvest time pass by. 2. Send them forth with morn’s first beaming, Send them in the noontide’s glare; When the sun’s last rays are gleaming, Bid them gather everywhere. 3. thou, whom thy Lord is sending, Gather now the sheaves of gold; Heav’nward then at evening wending, Thou shalt come with joy untold. 22-06-2013 07:28:30/pEtEr/Chennai/INDIA
Posted on: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 02:01:11 +0000
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