For now, the corn house filled, the harvest home,
Th' invited neighbors to the husking come;
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For now, the corn house filled, the harvest home,
Th' invited neighbors to the husking come;
A frolic scene, where work and mirth and play
Unite their charms to cheer the hours away.

So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
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So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps.

And thus of all my harvest-hope I have
Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.

And thus of all my harvest-hope I have
Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.

Fancy with prophetic glance
Sees the teeming months advance;
The field, the forest, green and gay;
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Fancy with prophetic glance
Sees the teeming months advance;
The field, the forest, green and gay;
The dappled slope, the tedded hay;
Sees the reddening orchard blow,
The Harvest wave, the vintage flow.

Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth,
that shall he also reap.

Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth,
that shall he also reap.

In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not
thine hand: for thou knowest not whether read more

In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not
thine hand: for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either
this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.

He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth
the clouds shall not reap.

He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth
the clouds shall not reap.

Think, oh, grateful think!
How good the God of Harvest is to you;
Who pours abundance o'er read more

Think, oh, grateful think!
How good the God of Harvest is to you;
Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields,
While those unhappy partners of you kind
Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven,
And ask their humble dole.

Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous,
but the labourers are few;
Pray ye read more

Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous,
but the labourers are few;
Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send
forth labourers into his harvest.