Literature and Art 



HARVEST SONG 



SUMMER is gone, autumn is here, 

 This is the harvest for all the year. 

 Corn in the crib, oats in the bin, 

 Wheat is all threshed, barley drawn in. 



Carrots in cellars, beets by their side, 

 Full is the hay-loft, what fun to hide ! 

 Apples are barreled, nuts laid to dry, 

 Frost on the garden, winter is nigh. 



Father in Heaven, thank thee for all, 

 Winter and spring-time, summer and fall. 

 All Thine own gifts to Thee we bring, 

 Help us to praise Thee, our Heavenly King. 



Lydia A. Coon ley. 



SUGGESTED WORK 



1. Peel several apples. Cut each apple into halves and each half into 

 thirds. Cut out the core that is left in each part. 



Thread a darning-needle with a small white cord about a yard long. On 

 this, string the pieces of apple. Remove the needle and tie the ends of the cord 

 together. Hang the string of apples where the dry air can reach it freely. 



Write a description of what you have done. Keep this paper carefully, 

 and after about a week add a few sentences, telling what has happened to 

 the apples. 



2. Select one or two juicy apples or some ripe grapes. Press the juice 

 out into a dish and note the smell and the taste. 



Allow this juice to stand for a day or two; again note the smell and the 

 taste. What change has taken place? Write a description of what you did 

 and tell what happened. Tell of other instances in which you think a similar 

 change occurs. 



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