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The golden harvest-tide is here, the corn / Bows its proud tops beneath the reaper's hand. / Ripe orchards' plenteous yields enrich the land; / Bring the first fruits and offer them this morn, / With the stored sweetness of all summer hours, / The amber honey sucked from myriad flowers, / And sacrifice your best first fruits to-day, / With fainting hearts and hands forespent with toil, / Offer the mellow harvest's splendid spoil, / To Him who gives and Him who takes away.
Bring timbrels, bring the harp of sweet accord, / And in a pleasant psalm your voice attune, / And blow the cornet greeting the new moon. / Sing, holy, holy, holy, is the Lord, / Who killeth and who quickeneth again, / Who woundeth and who healeth mortal pain, / Whose hand afflicts us, and who sends us peace. / Hail thou slim arc of promise in the West, / Thou pledge of certain plenty, peace, and rest. / With the spent year, may the year's sorrows cease.