Away from every horn;
And they shall clear the mildew dank
From the blind old widow's corn.
"'Oh! the poor, blind widow,
Though she has been blind so long,
She'll be blithe enough when the mildew's gone,
And the corn stands tall and strong.'
"And some they brought the brown lint-seed,
And flung it down from the Low;
'And this,' they said, 'by sunrise,