|Chilmark Hay, 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton|
Sad seeds of change are ours to reap,
a time to lose, a time to weep,
a time to mourn what time won't keep . . .
the work-worn hands, the weathered face,
the sense of self, the sense of place,
the land, the innocence, the grace.
To every thing, there is a season...and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
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