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Poems for practice : Scythe
song All
:
Mowers, weary and brown and blithe,
What
is the song methinks ye know.
Endless
over-work that the Scythe
Sings
to the blades of grass below?
Scythes
that swings in the grass and clover,
Something,
still, they say as they pass;
What
is the work that, over and over,
Sings
the Scythe to the flowers and grass? Girls
:
Hush, ah hush, Boys
:
the Scythes are saying Girls
:
Hush, and heed not, and fall asleep!
Hush, Boys
:
They say to the grasses swaying, Girls
:
Hush, Boys
:
They sing to the clover deep! Girls
:
Hush- Boys
:
‘tis the lullaby Time is singing- Girls
:
Hush, and heed not, for all things pass,
Hush,
ah hush! Boys
:
and the scythes are swinging All
:
Over the clove, over the grass! OPPORTUNITY Solo
:
This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream: Girls
:
There spread a cloud o fdust along a plain
And
beneath the cloud, or in it, Boys: raged
A
furious battle, and men yelled, and swords
Shocked
upon swords and shields. A
prince’s banner
Wavered,
then staggered backward, hemmed by foes. Solo
:
A craven hung along the battle’s edge,
And
thought, Girls: “Had I a sword of keener steel-
That
blue blade that the king’s son bears, -but this
Blunt
thing -!” Solo: He snapt and
flung it from his
Hand,
And
lowering crept away and left the field. Boys
:
Then came the king’s son, wounded, sorre bestead,
And
weaponless, and saw the broken sword,
Hilt-buried
in the dry and trodden sand, All
:
And ran and snatched it, and with battle shout
Lifted
afresh, he hewed his enemy down,
And
saved a great cause that heroic day.
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