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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Who eat their corn while yet 'tis green
At the true harvest can but glean.

Who eat their corn while yet 'tis green
At the true harvest can but glean.

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.

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.