Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1847-10-07
Ubr famtIp CtrrIt.
A Chant


FOR THE HARVEST HOME OF I647.
Received from The author Martin Fargphar Tupper,
by The Editors Of the Home Joru7al.l
. bless the God of harvest, praise him through the
land
Thank him for his precious gifts his help and liberal
love;
Praise him for the fields, that have rendered up their
riches,
And, drest in sunny subbes take their sabbath after
Praise him for the cose-shorn plains and uplands w.
ing bare,
And meadows where the sweet-breathcd hay was
stacked in early summer
Praise him for the wheat sheaves gathered safely into
barn,
And scattering now their golden drops beneath the
sounding fail;
Praise hin for the barley mow, little hill of sweet
ness,
Praise him for the clustering hop TO add its fragrant
bitter;
Praise him for the wholesome root that attened in the
Praise him for the mellow fruits that bend the groan-
ing bought
For blessings on thy basket, and for blessings on thy
store,
For skill and labor prospered WE'LL by gracious suns
and showers,
For mcrcies on the home, and for comforts on the
HEARTH
o happy heart Of this broad land praise the God of
harvest
All ye that have no tongue to praise, will praise
Him for you,
And offer on our kndng souls the tribute of your
thanks
Trees and shrubs and the many herbs gladdenng the
eyes with verdure,
For all your leaves and flowers and fruits, we praise
the God of harvest!
Birds and beetles in the dust, and insects fitting on
the air,
And ye that swim the waters in your scaly coats of
And steers, resting after labor, and timorous docks
afold
And generous horses yoked in teams to draw the
creakng wains,
For all your lives, and every pleasure soiacing that
lot,
Your sleep and food and animal peace, we praise the
God of harvest!
And We, who never prayed, and therefore can
not praise;
Poor darkng sons of and toll and unillurnined
night,
Who betimes but did not ask blessing on your
work,
Who laid down Lite, but rendered no thank offering
for that blessing,
Which all unsought He sent, and all unknown ye gath
ered,-
Alas for you and in your stead we praise the God of
harvest
Dye faminestncken glens, whose children shrieked
for bread,
And noisome alleys of the town, where fever fed on
hunger
Dye children of despair, bitterly bewang Erin,
Come and JON my cheerful praise, for God hath an
swered prayer:
Praise Him for the better hopes, and signs of better
times,
Uaity, gratitude, contentment industry, peace, and
plenty;
Bless Him that his Christening rod is now the sceptre
Of forgiveness
And nyour joy remember well to praise the God of
harvest
Come, come along with me- and swell this grateful
song,
Ye nobler hearts, old England's own, her children of
the soil
All ye that sowed the seed in faith, with those who
reaped in joy,
And he that drove the plough ahed, with all the scat
tered cleaners,
And maids who milk the lowing kline, and boys that
tend the sheep,
And men that load the sluggish vain, Or neatly thatch
the rick
Shout and sing for happiness of heart stint your
thrilling cheers,
But make the merry farmers hall respond with glad
reioicngs,
And let him spread the hearty feast for joy at harvest
home,
And join this cheerful song of praiseto bless the God
of harvest