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As o'er his furrowed fields, which lie
Beneath a coldly dropping sky,
Yet chill with winter's melted snow,
The husbandman goes forth to sow :
Thus, freedom ! on the bitter blast,
The ventures of thy seed we cast,
And trust to warmer sun and rain
To swell the germ and fill the grain.
It may not be our lot to wield
The sickle in the ripened field ;
Nor ours to hear, on summer eves,
The reaper's song among the sheaves :
Yet, where our duty's task is wrought
In unison with God's great thought,
The near and future blend in one,
And whatsoe'er is willed, is done.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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MUSIC
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ANGELUS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1657
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 157 | No key | | # 688 | Eb | | # 93 | Eb | | # 79 | Eb | | # 142 | Eb | | # 689 | Eb | | # 20 | Eb | | # 74 | No key | | # 424.1 | No key | | # 43.2 | No key |
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