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SONGS IN A CORNFIELD.
To-day she must weep
For gnawing sorrow,
To-night she may sleep
And not wake to-morrow.

May sang with Rachel
In the waxing warm weather,
Lettice sang with them,
They sang all together:—

"Take the wheat in your arm
Whilst day is broad above,
Take the wheat to your bosom,
But not a false false love  
Out in the fields
  Summer heat gloweth,
Out in the fields
  Summer wind bloweth,
Out in the fields
  Summer friend showeth,
Out in the fields
  Summer wheat groweth
But in the winter
When summer heat is dead
And summer wind has veered
And summer friend has fled,
Only summer wheat remameth,
White cakes and bread.
Take the wheat, clasp the wheat
That's food for maid and dove;
Take the wheat to your bosom,
But not a false false love."