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To the Wheatfield

Give us this day our daily bread.
"Oh wheat," the wind, in passing, said,
"'Tis you that answer everywhere
This call of Life's incessant prayer;
Bow, then, in reverence your head,
For 'tis the Master's gift you bear."

John B. Tabb

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