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Above And Below

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O dwellers in the valley-land,
Who in deep twilight grope and cower,
Till the slow mountain's dial-hand
Shorten to noon's triumphal hour,
While ye sit idle, do ye think
The Lord's great work sits idle too?
That light dare not o'erleap the brink
Of morn, because 'tis dark with you?

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Susan Williams 10 June 2017

The Lord wants reapers: oh, mount up, Before night comes, and says, 'Too late! '- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -A defining couplet. To follow is to serve.

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Kayode Are 10 June 2017

Great appeal to work and to serve; very eloquent.

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Edward Kofi Louis 10 June 2017

In the valley-land! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 10 June 2017

In God's ripe fields.....thanks for posting.....

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Upendra Upm 10 June 2017

It ends with thought of God.Following that (light) if finding HIM in a valley land where twilight is very dark due to it being covered by high hills.

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Alexander Julian 10 June 2017

Metaphors are used here to describe the weather of the mountainscape.

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