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Sung on the occasion of the address before the Essex Agri- 

 cultural Society, at their sixty-first annual exhibition, in Ha- 

 verhill, September 28, 1881. 



HARVEST HYMN. 



BY JOHN CROWELL, M. D. 



O, bounteous Nature, by whose hand 



Tbe cbanging seasons come and go ; 

 The forest waves, the mountains stand, 



And' mighty rivers onward flow I 



Amid thy forces, vast and grand, 



The skill of man has noble share ; 

 The active brain and willing hand 



Work with the sunlight and the air. 



O, wonderous power of thoughtful toil I 



Strike with thy magic rod, and lo, 

 From bleak New England's rocky soil, 



Abundant milk and honey flow ! 



The fields are rich with golden grain, 

 With fruit and vine the hills rejoice ; 



From fragrant mead and fertile plain 

 Exultant Labor lifts her voice ! 



To God, who giveth earth's increase, 



We raise our grateful harvest song ; 

 He crowns the closing year with peace. 



All life, all force, to Him belong. 



