Now, in the fervour of the harvest-day,

When the strong sun dissolves the frame away:

Now haste a-field: now bind thy sheafy corn,

And earn thy food by rising with the morn.

Lo! the third portion of thy labour’s cares

The early morn anticipating shares:

In early morn the labour swiftly wastes:

In early morn the speeded journey hastes;

The time when many a traveller tracks the plain,

And the yoked oxen bend them to the wain.