Saturday Poetry Corner: Harvest Song

 

 

 

"I will give you rains in their season, and the land will yield its produce,
and the trees of the field will bear their fruit." 
(Leviticus 26:4)

 

The Young Gleaners
Myles Birket Foster
(1825-1899)
British illustrator
Image courtesy/Art Prints On Demand

 

 

Pumpkins are heaped in piles,

Big and round and yellow;

Apples are stored away,

Rosy-cheeked and mellow;

Oats and barley fill each bin,

Corn and wheat are gathered in,

Fragrance of new-mown hay

Through the wide barn passes-

Scent of summer grasses. 

Squirrels their plans have laid,

For the winter weather.

Brown nuts are packed away,

Lying snug together.

Through the sunny summer hours

Bees were stealing sweets from flow'rs.

Now they need have no fear,

With their golden treasure-

Honey without measure. 

Father of child and bee,

For us ever caring,

Squirrel and smallest bird

In Thy bounty sharing;

Hear us sing our harvest song,

Of Thy love the whole year long.

Father of child and bee,

We our thanks are bringing-

Listen to our singing. 

 

 "Harvest Song"
(1905)
Frances Weld Danielson
(1873-1948)
American poetess and hymn writer
 Author of children's literature