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First Line: Once more amidst the harvest fields
Last Line: Eternal be the praise.
Subject(s): Harvest; Nature; Seasons


ONCE more amidst the harvest fields
By Autumn's sun imbrowned,
With flowers and fruits and golden grain,
In rich luxuriance crowned;
Behind our steps the Summer fades,
Before our eyes appear
The ripened hues, whose deeper glow
Bedecks the closing year.

Once more we've seen the genial Earth
Fling Winter from her arms,
For us unfold her mighty heart,
And give us all her charms;
And where we met the summer sun
Amidst the blaze of June,
We gather Nature's treasured stores,
Beneath the harvest moon.

Soon will the forest-leaves lie strown
And withered all around,
And voices of the coming storm
Sweep o'er the naked ground;
The birds, that cheered the living air,
On wonted wing will fly
Where softer suns the fields renew,
To seek another sky.

Yet, while the circling seasons change,
And each resumes its reign,
Not ours with saddened thought to mark
The year's departing train;
When hope that flushed the vernal hour
Completed joy becomes,
And plenty spreads her ample board
In glad and grateful homes.

Like men, we met our honest toils,
Beneath the glowing morn,
Like men, we bore the fervid noon,
Amidst the bending corn;
And now our hearts, with thankful songs,
Would own the bounteous Power,
Whose goodness warmed the ripening sun,
And blessed the kindly shower.

And still, beneath thy fostering hand,
To seek thy gracious care,
May we and ours, to endless years,
Within thy courts repair;
Thine are our fields and flocks and herds,
And all that crowns our days,
And still to Thee, Almighty Lord,
Eternal be the praise.





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