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When we come to the end of the furrow,
When our last day's work is done, We will drink of the long red shaft of light That slants from the westering sun. We will turn from the field of our labour, From the warm earth glad and brown, And wend our feet up that village street, And with our folk lie down. Yea, after the long toil, surcease, Rest to the hearts that roam, When we join in the mystic silence of eve The glad procession home. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |