Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HARVEST, by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER



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First Line: Spring hath the morning gladness
Last Line: With the peace of god is blest.
Alternate Author Name(s): Van Deth, Gerrit, Mrs.
Subject(s): Children; Harvest; Mothers; Spring; Childhood


SPRING hath the morning gladness,
The hope of budding leaves;
And Summer in her queenly lap
The wealth of noon receives;
But Autumn hath the twilight's crown,
The joy of garnered sheaves.

Where late in stately phalanx
The ribboned corn was seen,
Where the golden wheat was waving,
And the oats in silver sheen,
And where the buckwheat snow was white,
Hath the reaper's sickle been.

In clouds the purple aster
Enfolds the hillsides bare;
The sumach lifts its vivid plumes
Like flame; the misty air
Hath hints of rainbow splendors
Estray and captive there.

The hidden seed that slumbered
So safe beneath the snow,
With thrills of life was quickened,
And could not help but grow,
When pierced the sun's entreaties
The frozen mould below.

By tender love-caressing,
By silent drops of dew,
Mid sudden storms of passion
And heats of wrath it grew,
Till the fields were ripe to harvest,
And the year's long work was through.

The mother-earth is tired—
No child on mother-breast
Lies soft till after birth-throes;
Toil giveth right to rest;
And all the joy of harvest
With the peace of God is blest.





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