Here you will find the Poem Harvest Hymn of poet Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Now autumn strews on every plain, His mellow fruits and fertile grain; And laughing plenty, crown'd with sheaves, With purple grapes, and spreading leaves. In rich profusion pours around Her flowing treasures on the ground. Oh! mark the great, the liberal hand, That scatters blessings o'er the land; And to the God of nature raise The grateful song, the hymn of praise. The infant corn, in vernal hours, He nurtured with his gentle showers, And bade the summer clouds diffuse Their balmy store of genial dews. He mark'd the tender stem arise, Till ripen'd by the glowing skies, And now, matured, his work behold, The cheering harvest waves in gold. To nature's God with joy we raise The grateful song, the hymn of praise. The valleys echo to the strains Of blooming maids and village swains - To him they tune the lay sincere, Whose bounty crowns the smiling year. The sounds from every woodland borne The sighing winds that bend the corn, The yellow fields around proclaim His mighty, everlasting name. To nature's God united raise The grateful song, the hymn of praise
