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O'Er Field, Through Strife

O'er field and fife, through toil and strife
Along this lane I gladly go.
The lowing of the cows I hear, that stick their heads
Brown-speckled over the hoary gate.
The sparrows flit in multitude,
In hosts most glory-filled with hope,
And know the gift that's solitude,
A hand to those that cannot cope.

Yellow flowers, green-filled hedges,
Here comes the thunder to tear asunder,
The lines of brown before my eyes
The lines of rutted brown now fill with water.
Oh, little earthly lakes that fill
With water of the heaven's tears!
For walking down that lane,
The sparrows flit and dive away,
And clouds come rolling in
That drives out sun and fearless day.

But yellow flowers will not dim,
The day will rise again.
So walk and live through sun and storm,
Come Light or falling rain.

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