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Rh And in their own joyous field
 * his wife and he
 * reaped their own wheat.

Their children brought their food.
 * The poor thing
 * laughed in her sleep,

Woke up—
 * a dream indeed it was.

She looked at Johnny,
 * picked him up and swaddled him,

And back to her allotted task; Sixty stooks her stint. Perhaps the last of the sixty it was;
 * God grant it.

And God grant
 * this dream of thine
 * may be fulfilled.