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Thoughts In Harvest-Time.
THOUGHTS IN HARVEST-TIME .
I WANDER ' through the harvest field , It was a lovely scene , — And meadows rich with pasturage Were beautifully green . The sunbeams play ' cl upon the streams That rippled by the way , And Nature ' s face was all delight—It was a glorious clay !
I saw an old man sitting down Beneath a shady tree , And thought his mild eye seem'd to look Invitingly on me . It is instructive to the mind To hear the voice of age , And there I sat me down beside The venerable sage .
" A lovely day it is , " said I , " As ever shone from Heav ' n , — And ' tis a blessed si ght to see The bounteous harvest giv ' n . " The old man with expressive face Look'd up , and bow'd his head , — Then gazed upon the landscape round , And thus to me he said : —
" I love to see the glorious sight , To hear the cheering call , — The golden season of the year It is that crowneth all ! The Earth is now a scene of joy— . What music in the air ! The hymns of Nature ' s thankfulness The gifts of Heav ' n declare !
And is the bountiful supply That cheers the fruitful land Received with human gratitude From the Creator ' s hand ? Are all His creatures on the earth—All to Himself allied' In His own image form'd , '—are all With sustenance supplied ?
Yes ! by the just decree of GOD The show ' rs of plenty fall , To raise the produce of the land For the supply of all . But O the selfish of the world Make evil of the good!—They hear unmoved a thousand tongues Praying for daily food !
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Thoughts In Harvest-Time.
THOUGHTS IN HARVEST-TIME .
I WANDER ' through the harvest field , It was a lovely scene , — And meadows rich with pasturage Were beautifully green . The sunbeams play ' cl upon the streams That rippled by the way , And Nature ' s face was all delight—It was a glorious clay !
I saw an old man sitting down Beneath a shady tree , And thought his mild eye seem'd to look Invitingly on me . It is instructive to the mind To hear the voice of age , And there I sat me down beside The venerable sage .
" A lovely day it is , " said I , " As ever shone from Heav ' n , — And ' tis a blessed si ght to see The bounteous harvest giv ' n . " The old man with expressive face Look'd up , and bow'd his head , — Then gazed upon the landscape round , And thus to me he said : —
" I love to see the glorious sight , To hear the cheering call , — The golden season of the year It is that crowneth all ! The Earth is now a scene of joy— . What music in the air ! The hymns of Nature ' s thankfulness The gifts of Heav ' n declare !
And is the bountiful supply That cheers the fruitful land Received with human gratitude From the Creator ' s hand ? Are all His creatures on the earth—All to Himself allied' In His own image form'd , '—are all With sustenance supplied ?
Yes ! by the just decree of GOD The show ' rs of plenty fall , To raise the produce of the land For the supply of all . But O the selfish of the world Make evil of the good!—They hear unmoved a thousand tongues Praying for daily food !