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"When the reaper lays the sickle by "

by Alfred Austin

Alfred Austin

When the reaper lays the sickle by,
And taketh down the flail:
When all we prized, and all we planned,
Is ripe and stored at last,
And Autumn looks across the land,
And ponders on the Past.




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