Lyrics
The Reapers and the Flowers
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
__And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
__And the flowers that grow between.
“Shall I have naught that is fair?” saith he;
__“Have naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
__I will give them all back again.”
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
__He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
__He bound them in his sheaves.
“My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,”
__The Reaper said, and smiled;
“Dear tokens of the earth are they,
__Where He was once a child.
“They shall all bloom in fields of light,
__Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
__These sacred blossoms wear.”
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
__The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
__In the fields of light above.
Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
__The Reaper came that day;
‘T was an angel visited the green earth,
__And took the flowers away.
__And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
__And the flowers that grow between.
“Shall I have naught that is fair?” saith he;
__“Have naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
__I will give them all back again.”
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
__He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
__He bound them in his sheaves.
“My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,”
__The Reaper said, and smiled;
“Dear tokens of the earth are they,
__Where He was once a child.
“They shall all bloom in fields of light,
__Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
__These sacred blossoms wear.”
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
__The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
__In the fields of light above.
Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
__The Reaper came that day;
‘T was an angel visited the green earth,
__And took the flowers away.