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Scythe Song.

By Akjjbew Lasg (’ Grass of Parnassus ’). Mowers, weary and brown and blithe, What is the word methinks yo know, Endless over-word that the Scythe Sings to the blades of the grass be'ow ? Scythes that swing in the grass and clover, Something still they soy as they pass ; What is the word that, over and over, Sings the Scythe to the flowers and grass ? Hush! ah, hush! the Scythes are raying— Hush ! and heed not, and fall asleep. Hush 1 they say to the grasses swaying ; Hush 1 they sing to the clover deep. Hush !—’tis the lullaby Time is singing— Hush ! and heed not, for all things pass ; Hush! ah, hush! and the Scythes are swinging Over the clover, over the grass!

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Scythe Song., Evening Star, Issue 7982, 10 August 1889, Supplement

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Scythe Song. Evening Star, Issue 7982, 10 August 1889, Supplement

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