Harvest Dawn

We shall dance like them who Dream;

Flutes and Pipes at early Morn

Farmers of the Starry Night,

Laborers at Harvest Dawn

The Sky will clear from Hail and Storm

Endless Heavens, golden hue

Grief for grievances foregone

will fade away in cloudless Blue

On that Day when we shall rise

to Freedom in the Promised Land

Every Woman, Child, and Man

will plain behold the Final Plan:

A Wedding in the Beulah Land,

when She returns to take her Place

Every single Dream comes true,

and he shall look upon Her Face

© Mila Fourie 2026