THE CHILDREN'S HARVEST SONG.
HAPPY are the children;
Harvest time has come;
Sweet their merry voices
Raise the harvest song.
Listen to the music ringing;
Clear as silver bells their singing.
Soft the sunshine, sweet the air;
We will wander everywhere.
Golden fruits for us are growing,
Autumn flowers for us are blowing.
O'er the meadows, through the land
We will wander hand in hand.
Rosy apple, purple plum,
You will know us when we come;
Mellow pear and glowing peach,
You are not beyond our reach.
O'er the meadows, through the land,
We will wander hand in hand.
On the hill the sumac burns,
In the wood the maple turns,
Chestnuts brown and squirrels fleet
Hear the coming of our feet.
*O'er the meadow, through the land,
We will wander hand in hand.
Happy are the children;
Harvest time has come.
Sweet their merry voices
Raise the harvest song.
Listen to the music ringing;
Clear as silver bells their singing.
—Mary B. Ferry.