The Mower by B.B. Warfield (1910)

A MOWER went forth to mow,
	And crooned his workman's song:—
"Swing, swing, O mower, thy goodly scythe,
	Make the swath both wide and long."

Gaily the grasses grow,
	And fling their heads in pride:—
"Swing, swing, O mower, thy goodly scythe,
	Make the swath both long and wide."

Quiet they lie behind,
	Each by his neighbor's side:—
"Swing, swing, O mower, thy goodly scythe,
	Make the swath both long and wide."

Though every spear of them all
	Be a man in right or in wrong:
"Swing, swing, O mower, thy goodly scythe,
	Make the swath both wide and long."

by B.B. Warfield, 1910

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