Our spirits may be borne on high
To thy safe garner in the sky.
879. L. M. Brettell.
Harvest Home.
1The last full wain has come,--has come!
And brought the golden harvest home:
The labors of the year are done:
Accept our thanks, all-bounteous One!
2For the green spring, her herbs and flowers,
For the warm summer's blooming bowers,