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"Poems. Volume III / H. F. Gould [electronic text]." In the digital collection American Verse Project. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/BAD5889.0003.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 15, 2024.
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THE WHEAT FIELD.
FIELD of wheat, so full and fair,Shining, with thy sunny hairLightly waving either way,Graceful as the breezes play—Looking like a summer sea;How I love to gaze at thee!Pleasant art thou to the sight;And to thought a rich delight,Then, thy voice is music sweet,Softly sighing field of wheat.
Pointing upward to the sky,Rising straight, and aiming high,Every stalk is seen to shootAs an arrow, from the root.Like a well-trained company,All in uniform agree,From the footing to the ear;All in order strict appear.Marshalled by a skilful hand,All together bow, or standStill, within the proper bound:None o'ersteps the given ground,With its tribute held to pay,At his nod whom they obey,Each the gems, that stud its crown,Will ere long, for man, lay down.
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Thou with promise art repleteOf the precious sheaves of wheat.
How thy strength in weakness lies!Not a robber bird, that flies,Finds support whereby to putOn a stalk her lawless foot.Not a predatory beakPlunges down, thy stores to seek,Where the guard of silver spearsKeeps the fruit, and decks the ears.No vain insect, that could doHarm to thee, dares venture throughSuch an armory, or eatOff the sheath to take the wheat.
What a study do we findOpened here for eye and mind!In it who can offer less,Than to wonder, and confess,That on this high-favored ground,Faith is blest, and hope is crowned.Charity her arm may spreadWide from it, with gifts of bread,Wisdom, power, and goodness meetIn the bounteous field of wheat.
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