Here you will find the Poem Brandenburgh Harvest-Song of poet Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The corn, in golden light, Waves o'er the plain; The sickle's gleam is bright; Full swells the grain. Now send we far around Our harvest lay! -Alas! a heavier sound Comes o'er the day! On every breeze a knell The hamlets pour,- -We know its cause too well, She is no more! Her soft eye's blue,- -Now o'er the gifts of God Fall tears like dew!
