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Joseph Friedlander, comp.  The Standard Book of Jewish Verse.  1917.
By Thomas Hood
SHE stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasped by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.
On her cheek an autumn flush        5
Deeply ripened;—such a blush
In the midst of brown was born
Like red poppies grown with corn.
Round her eyes her tresses fell,—
Which were blackest none could tell;        10
But long lashes veiled a light
That had else been all too bright.
And her hat with shaded brim,
Made her tressy forehead dim—
Thus she stood among the stooks,        15
Praising God with sweetest looks.
Sure, I said, Heaven did not mean
Where I reap thou shouldst but glean;
Lay thy sheaf adown and come
Share my harvest and my home.        20

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