The twinkling of the starlit sky
Doth sparkle on the scythe
To guide my reaping swing
Upon the fields,
That gather in my harvest nigh
Before the light of dawn,
And, prompt the eyes of day
To warn the beast,
For the time of judgment cometh soon
To bring his bruise and chains,
And set again a lamb beside
The Glory and the Mane.
8-26-06
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