The corn stood in sheaves

Ere August month was fairly come;

And when it was here

I knew I carried in my womb

The harvest of my dear.

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When I was sure I sat down quiet

In the deep shade,

And if my heart was all in riot

I was not afraid.

I did not think, nor say a pray'r,

But lookt straight before me,

And felt that Someone else stood there

With hands held o'er me.

I thought His peace blest my increase;

But then, as it seem'd,

A shadow made my joy to cease,

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