McGuffey's Fifth Eclectic Reader by William Holmes McGuffey
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2. Let other lands, exulting, glean
The apple from the pine, The orange from its glossy green, The cluster from the vine; 3. We better love the hardy gift Our rugged vales bestow, To cheer us, when the storm shall drift Our harvest fields with snow. 4. Through vales of grass and meads of flowers Our plows their furrows made, While on the hills the sun and showers Of changeful April played. 5. We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain, Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. 6. All through the long, bright days of June, Its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its soft and yellow hair. 7. And now, with Autumn's moonlit eves, Its harvest time has come; We pluck away the frosted leaves And bear the treasure home. |
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