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Show The Harvest, Once ebbed a snp;hlre sea by vagrant brcetes stirred. Now stubble bristles drear whore reap-' reap-' -rs' blndes h.xo whirred. The ripened, stin.klswt Held have yield. ed up tlielr gold; Tho corneii In tlielr bins the gsrnored bushels hold The season's wealth Is In; the scales have made their test The hnrvest sun, of red, has settlsd In tho West I . The hnrvest year Is donol What treasuro didst thou Rain? What s.ild tho scales In pounds when welKhlnK out thy grain? How planted thee? And what? And how beneath tho sun Didst thou thy dully vigils keep with work licKim Didst toll a faithful day o'er healthy planted seed Or didst thou, careless, tarry whilst the grass and weed Crept In and left their suckers on thy harvest field? Tor by that reiord did thy ganufed hari est yield! Ahl by thy dally tending shall Life's harvest be, A-scant of bushels or a bursting sight to see! The harvest Held nt 1,1 (o yields what thy- self hath sown, II And what thou gurntreth Is all thy vcryll own! V Then on the Held of I.I to It pays with care to tend Thy dally duty to tho harvest's golden end. Sow only wholesomo wheat In kernels sound and strong l'luck out tha stilling growth-Ue weeds und tares of wrong! Onco ebbed n sapphire sen by vagrant breezes stirred, Now stubhlo bristles drtar where reapers' bludes have whirred What gleanest thou7 A harvest from a laden Meld Or shrunken grain? What Is tho record of thy )leld? |