Chips, fragments and vestiges by Gail Hamilton collected and arranged by H. Augusta Dodge |
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FOR THE AGRICULTURAL ASSOCIATION |
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FOR THE AGRICULTURAL ASSOCIATION
Amesbury, Oct. 5, 1864
Once more the sweet October brings
Her largesses of love;
The blessings of the earth beneath,
And of the skies above.
The maples lend their deepest glow,
And through the golden haze
The oak unfurls his scarlet sheen
To crown our holidays.
Her largesses of love;
The blessings of the earth beneath,
And of the skies above.
The maples lend their deepest glow,
And through the golden haze
The oak unfurls his scarlet sheen
To crown our holidays.
The sunshine of the summer gone
Laughs here in fruit and flowers;
Here curve the coolness of her dews,
The fatness of her showers.
For these old Winter spread his snows,
And Autumn smiles again,—
All silent things of earth join hands
To give good gifts to men.
Laughs here in fruit and flowers;
Here curve the coolness of her dews,
The fatness of her showers.
For these old Winter spread his snows,
And Autumn smiles again,—
All silent things of earth join hands
To give good gifts to men.
O brothers, fairer fruits than these
This happy autumn brings;
The seed, long sown in blood and tears,
To living beauty springs.
In South and North, by land, by sea,
The right once more is strong,
And trumpet-notes of victory
Blend with our harvest-song.
This happy autumn brings;
The seed, long sown in blood and tears,
To living beauty springs.
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The right once more is strong,
And trumpet-notes of victory
Blend with our harvest-song.
O joy for those whose blood shall cleanse
The spot our scutcheon mars!
Fling to the breeze the dear old flag,
No stain upon its stars!
Lo! bending from their heavenly heights,
Whence peace and freedom come,
Our hero-martyrs join with us
To shout this harvest home.
The spot our scutcheon mars!
Fling to the breeze the dear old flag,
No stain upon its stars!
Lo! bending from their heavenly heights,
Whence peace and freedom come,
Our hero-martyrs join with us
To shout this harvest home.
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