It bows before the sickle's edge, and sinks upon the ground; By willing hands 'tis gathered, and in sheaves together bound, Which, piled upon the close-reaped fields, range far before the sight, And in the fading twilight seem like an army camped at night. Soon the happy cry of "Harvest home" floats through the evening air, And a thousand cheerful voices tell of gladness every where ; And, with overflowing gratitude for a gracious Father's love, While thus He pours His gifts below, we raise our hearts above, And, for all the joys and blessings that follow in its train, Thank God for sending harvest to be with us once again. WOODLAND WANDERINGS. HROUGH the woods I wandered, THR Where the early blossoms There I sought the primrose, There, with hearts unburdened, We our voices mingled With the wild bird's song. Through the woods I wandered, While the glades re-echoed To my shouts of joy. Seeking nuts or berries, Or, some nest to plunder, Climbed the topmost trees, Swung upon their branches, Swaying in the breeze. Through the woods I wandered, In the prime of youth, To loved ears repeating Words of heart-felt truth. On our path descended Sunbeams bright and fair; Through the leaves unceasing Through the woods I wander, Fled the merry freshness Gone the dear companions And all hushed the accents Of that cherished voice. Yet, when I re-visit Each familiar spot, Linked with treasured moments, Ne'er to be forgot, Dreams of days departed And the friends of childhood Joys that long have slumbered O'er my heart preside, And that loved one rambles Thus, like one who, trav'ling, Finds relief and rest, There I often linger, While these visions last, By-gone scenes reviewing, Draws a veil between. Then, with lighter footsteps, Where the unknown future Stretches far before; Onward with me bearing Tender thoughts and sweet; Treading all my sorrow Underneath my feet : |