To The Wheatfield Poem by John Bannister Tabb

To The Wheatfield



Give
us this day our daily bread.

'Oh wheat,' the wind, in passing, said,
''Tis you that answer everywhere
This call of Life's incessant prayer;
Bow, then, in reverence your head,
For 'tis the Master's gift you bear.'

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