Moral.With autumn soon be blending, Where angel hands will gather The wheat and tares, and sever The tares from wheat__to burn: Eternal life will grow, Before the summer's past__ Perchance 'twill be our last. __Rev. John S. Mohler |
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
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