Hymn for the Ambleside Rushbearers. By the late Rev.

Owen Lloyd

Charity

Flowers

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The Pieces marked (*) are taken from the German.

BLADES AND FLOWERS

HAYMAKING.

THE mowers rise at

peep of dawn

To mow the dewy grass;

The corncrake, from her shallow nest,
Is startled as they pass.

The larks fly up on every side,

And mount into the skies;

Their sweet good mornings to the sun
Still swelling as they rise.

The grass is laid in flowery swathes
Before the glittering scythe,

Then tossed and turned by men and maids,
And children brown and blithe.

The busy Sun, too, gives his help
To dry the scented hay;

Thus, may

it all be mown and made

In one long Summer day.

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