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53
The Harvest Time.
(“The sun parts faintly, &c.”)
Calm Autumn crowned with ripened grain,
And fruits of richest flavors,—
With notes of joy we hail again
The season of thy favors.—
Our hearts and voices strike the chime,
—The harvest time—the harvest time!
And fruits of richest flavors,—
With notes of joy we hail again
The season of thy favors.—
Our hearts and voices strike the chime,
—The harvest time—the harvest time!
The harvest sun how bright at noon,
His richest radiance throwing!
And O, how bright the harvest moon,
As she with joy were glowing,
And fain with us would strike the chime,
The harvest time—the harvest time!
His richest radiance throwing!
And O, how bright the harvest moon,
As she with joy were glowing,
And fain with us would strike the chime,
The harvest time—the harvest time!
In our broad land we've every clime,
All boast some gift possessing,
And all enjoy the harvest time,
That crowns each gift a blessing—
Then let our hearts and voices raise
To God the praise—to God the praise!
All boast some gift possessing,
And all enjoy the harvest time,
That crowns each gift a blessing—
Then let our hearts and voices raise
To God the praise—to God the praise!
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