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The Gleaner
by Victor James DaleyMethought I came unto a world-wide plain
Where souls stood thick as grain at harvest-tide,
And many reapers, full of pious pride,
With rapid scythe-sweeps mowed them down amain;
And zealous binders bound them up like grain
In sheaves: the reapers at each onward stride
Trod many souls down. These the binders eyed
With careless looks or glances of disdain.
But, following slow, a patient Gleaner came
And gathered all the Binders cast aside,
And made fair sheaves thereof. Whereat I cried:
'Why gather these? Who art thou? Name thy name!'
The Gleaner in a sad, sweet voice replied:
'The outcasts' Saviour, for these, too, I died.'