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A Song Of Harvest

by John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier, American Romantic poet and abolitionist, was born in Haverhill, Massachusetts on December 17, 1807, and died on September 7, 1892. He is considered a Fireside Poet, or part of a group of New England authors that wrote material very suitable to be read as entertainment to members of a family, often read aloud in front of a residential fireplace.


This day, two hundred years ago, 
The wild grape by the river's side, 
And tasteless groundnut trailing low, 
The table of the woods supplied.

Unknown the apple's red and gold, 
The blushing tint of peach and pear; 
The mirror of the Powow told 
No tale of orchards ripe and rare.

Wild as the fruits he scorned to till, 
These vales the idle Indian trod; 
Nor knew the glad, creative skill, 
The joy of him who toils with God.

O Painter of the fruits and flowers! 
We thank Thee for thy wise design 
Whereby these human hands of ours 
In Nature's garden work with Thine.

And thanks that from our daily need 
The joy of simple faith is born; 
That he who smites the summer weed, 
May trust Thee for the autumn corn.

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; 
Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; 
Who sows a field, or trains a flower, 
Or plants a tree, is more than all.

For he who blesses most is blest; 
And God and man shall own his worth 
Who toils to leave as his bequest 
An added beauty to the earth.

And, soon or late, to all that sow, 
The time of harvest shall be given; 
The flower shall bloom, the fruit shall grow, 
If not on earth, at last in heaven.


— The Complete Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, By John G. Whittier, Volume IV

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