Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HARVEST, by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER Poet's Biography 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER |
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