Her footsteps to the field and cheered her toil —
The other gleans for justice—hoarding up
A store of testimony in her garner-place,
For judgment and for Heaven. Pause awhile —
View her vocation and its circumstance —
Give wing to Thought—expand Reflection’s sails —
And thy salvation may be thy reward.
She stretcheth forth her hand and gleaneth. Day
And cheerless night are each to her the same;
A stranger to vicissitude and change,