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That field, enriched with blood and tears. 



Shall yield its full increase, . 

 And bear in fruitage full and free, 



A sure and righteous peace. 



Already glowing streaks of dawn, 

 Break on the midnight gloom ; 



Round Sumter's grim and battered walls 

 Heraldic cannon boom ! 



We bide our time ! The day shall rise, 



The harvest-day, ere long. 

 The Lord of Harvests' be the praise ! 



And his the Harvest Song ! 



While 'mid the fruits a nation reaps 



And layeth by in store. 

 Be peace and freedom truth and love 



And union evermore ! 



