Hymn Of The Harvester

' We e.ithcr them in- Jw brifiht ftresn leavos- f With oir scythes an 1 rakes to-day, f And the mow erows big as the pitcher hea ves Hi lift in the swelt'ring hay. LfcL ? .'.:.. O ho ! a field ! lor the mower's scyth-, ' ! Hath n rins as of destiny, ' Sweeping the e-irth of Hl Imrden htli'-, ( As it uwung iii wrathful glee. f We Bivthcr fhem in- the mvMinR pliimes .. Of the vellow nnA bearded ar.Tii : AM the flnih of onr sioklcs' Mirht iHumes Our march o'er the vanquished plaia. r Anon, we come with n. steed-drawn car - The ciinnind of modern lan -a ; a And aTos stoop to ts clankms jar, As it rocks its hungry ja-n-s."J We gather them in - the mello fruit?, Froni the ehruh, the vine and tree, With their russet, and golden and purple suits, To garnish our treaanry. And eacli hns a juicy treasgre stored, All heneath ita painted rind. To rheer our gnests at the social board, When we leave our cares behmd. We gather them in- this goodly store- But not with a miser's gust ; For that great All Father we adore, Hath but given it in trust. And our work of death is but for life. In the wintry days to come : Then a blessing upon the roaimr's strife, And a shout at his Harvest Home. IbeSItcbtpnrtiHS