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The Harvest Of The Sea

The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness

Her web of silence o'er the thankful song Of reapers bringing home the golden sheaves.

The wave tops whiten on the sea fields drear,

And men go forth at haggard dawn to reap;

But ever 'mid the gleaners' song we hear The half-hushed sobbing of the hearts that weep.

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John McCrae

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (November 30, 1872 – January 28, 1918) was a Canadian poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during Worl…

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