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First Line: Mowing the snow in the meadow
Last Line: As the bloom when the mowing began!
Subject(s): Mowing And Mowers; Nature


Mowing the snow in the meadow
Above on the wind-swept hill,
Where guardian trees baffle the breeze
That cannot enter at will, --
For the meadow lies safe within
And the trees have enringed it from ill.

Mowing the snow in the meadow,
When June has kindled the bloom
Of a million stems, that unfurl the gems
In their starry crowns to the doom
Of the ruthless machine, whose knives so keen
Weave death like a rattling loom.

For the snowy gleam of the daisies
That dazzles me as I ride
Shows gold and green 'neath their milky sheen,
As they fall in a billowy tide; --
These, proud and white as they stand;
Those yellow and dim that have died.

And the dead encompass the quick,
As ruin rolls on in a wave,
While steadily tramp the steeds of fate
That pity but cannot save --
Circling the crowded ranks of life
While the blossoms wilt for the grave.

And Time in his pitiless swath,
With ever a narrowing span,
As I cut the flowers, mows blossoming hours --
Efflorescence the dearest to man.
O may they fall fertile and sweet
As the bloom when the mowing began!





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