LIFE SONGS

Ruth

Maid of Moab! Didst thou know
When to Judah thou didst go
With Naomi old and grey
On that shining April day
What thy words had pledged thee to?
What the work thy hands must do?

Maid of Moab! Didst thou see
Poverty for her and thee?
Gleaning in the barley field
Ekeing out some little yield?
And above all didst thou guess
All the awful loneliness?

Maid of Moab! Good as brave
Thou dost rank with those who save;
And thy story shall be told
Till comes round the age of gold;
And the whole world will confess
Thy eternal winsomeness.


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