Where Hast Thou Gleaned Today?

Weary glean­er

whence com­est thou

With emp­ty hands and cloud­ed brow?

Plodding along thy lone­ly way

Tell me

where hast thou gleaned to­day?

Late I found a bar­ren field

The har­vest past

my search re­vealed.

Others gold­en sheaves had gained

Only stub­ble for me re­mained.

Forth to the har­vest field away!

Gather your hand­fuls while you may;

All day long in the field ab­ide

Gleaning close by the reap­ers’ side.

Careless glean­er

what hast thou here;

These fad­ed flow’rs and leaf­lets sere?

Hungry and thirs­ty

tell me

pray

Where

oh

where hast thou gleaned to­day?

All day long in sha­dy bow’rs

I’ve gai­ly sought earth’s fair­est flow’rs;

Now

alas! too late I see

All I’ve ga­thered is van­ity.

Burdened glean­er

thy sheaves I see;

Indeed thou must awea­ry be!

Singing along the home­ward way

Glad one

where hast thou gleaned to­day?

Stay me not

till day is done

I’ve ga­thered hand­fuls one by one;

Here and there for me they fall

Close by the reap’rs I’ve found them all.