The fields now claim them where a motley crew
Of old & young their daily tasks pursue
The barleys beard is grey & wheat is brown
& wakens toil betimes to leave the town
The reapers leave their beds before the sun
& gleaners follow in the toils begun
To pick the littered ear the reaper leaves
& glean in open fields among the sheaves
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