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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Reaper's Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If you go to the field where the reapers now bind<br>The sheaves of ripe corn, there a fine little lass,<br>Only three months of age, by the hedge-row you'll find,<br>Left alone by its mother upon the low grass.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>While the mother is reaping, the infant is sleeping;<br>Not the basket that holds the provision is less<br>By the hard-working reaper, than this little sleeper,<br>Regarded, till hunger does on the babe press.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Then it opens its eyes, and it utters loud cries,<br>Which its hard-working mother afar off will hear;<br>She comes at its calling, she quiets its squalling,<br>And feeds it, and leaves it again without fear.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>When you were as young as this field-nursëd daughter,<br>You were fed in the house, and brought up on the knee;<br>So tenderly watched, thy fond mother thought her<br>Whole time well bestowed in nursing of thee.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a></strong></div>