From the Five Rivers

by Flora Annie Webster Steel

End of love and its vain desire!

Gather and sheave,

Why should we grieve?

Death finds new life in the Great Mother's breast,

Rest turns to labour, and labour to rest.

IV.

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In the field how many blossoms showing,

In the field how many maidens rare?

Golden, set with red, the blossoms glowing;