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HE slave with sickle
 * reaped the wheat,

Then wearily limped
 * among the stooks;

But not to rest, Her little son she sought Who wakened crying
 * in cool nest
 * among the sheaves.

His swaddled limbs unwrapped
 * she nourished him,

Then, dandling him a moment
 * fell asleep.

In dreams she saw
 * her little son,

Her Johnny, grown to man,
 * handsome and rich.

No lonely bachelor
 * but a married man

In freedom it seemed,
 * no longer the landlord's
 * but his own man.