Labor and the Angel

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Sing me a song of the rustling, slow

Sway of the wheat as the winds croon,

Of the golden disc and the dreaming glow

Of the harvest moon.

AUTUMN SONG.

Sing me a song of the autumn clear,

With the mellow days and the ruddy eves;

Sing me a song of the ending year,

With the piled-up sheaves.

Sing me a song of the apple bowers,