Poems Sigourney 1827/Harvest Hymn
HARVEST HYMN.
God of Nature! God of Love!
Smile upon our festive rite,
Thou who bidd'st the Seasons prove
Circling sources of delight.
Spring, a rainbow promise bears,
Summer decks the ripening plain,
Autumn sings amid his cares,
Guiding home the loaded wain.
Winter with his snowy vest,
Revels in their blended spoil,
Lulls the wearied earth to rest,
Braces man for future toil.
Morning, bright with golden rays,
Evening, dark with ebon pall,
Speak in varied tones Thy praise,
Architect, and Sire of all!
We, for whom yon groves are drest,
Yon green vales their treasures pour,
Still by liberal nature blest
With her most luxuriant store,
We, to whom indulgent skies
Plenty, health, and peace impart.
Bid in fragrant offerings rise
Incense from the grateful heart.