And dreamin' I ris up, and there was
such a light along the floor as never any moonlight that I see was half
so solemn or so beautiful. But when I stretched my hand to free the poor,
blind, flutterin' bird, it ris away from me, and spread its wings,
snow-white, and out it flew, and sharp and clear along that shinin'
track. Then when I woke, I knew it was the sign o' blessed death, nor
ever feared. And God will bear me true, it was the very night they
brought my grandson home that, lyin' down to rest a while from watchin'
with the rest, nor ever wonderin' nor layin' it to mind what I had
dreamed afore, but tired and heart-broke only, I seen the long, bright
shinin' track ag'in, a pourin' through the window; and 'My son's son!' I
cries, 'dear boy! dear boy!'--for it was like him playin' on his
violin--'What tunes must be,' I cries, 'that you play so and scarce a day
in heaven!' But when I ris up, callin', it grew dim along the track, and
there was mornin' in the room, and then I heered them cryin' where they
watched.
"Why this sheaf, O Lord?--gether in the sheaves, O Lord, the bright
sheaves, early ripe and ready for the harvestin'. Glory, glory to the
Lord o' the harvestin'!"
Then the Wallencampers sang tremblingly of the "Harvest Home.
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