THE KOBZAR OF THE UKRAINE
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And in their own joyous field
his wife and he
reaped their own wheat.
Their children brought their food.
The poor thing
laughed in her sleep,
Woke up—
a dream indeed it was.
She looked at Johnny,
picked him up and swaddled him,
And back to her allotted task;
Sixty stooks her stint.
Perhaps the last of the sixty it was;
God grant it.
And God grant
this dream of thine
may be fulfilled.
