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Next in order came a 



SONG, 



WRITTEN EXPRESSLY FOR THE OCCASION, BY REV. CHARLES C. SEWALL, OF MEDFIELD. 



Tune — " Auld Lang Syne. 



Revolvins; time, as oft before, 



Has brought the Harvest round ; 

 And we are gathered here, onoe more, 

 With Harvest's blessings crown'd. 

 Chorus. For God hath blest the toil that dress'd 

 And till'd the teenaing earth ; 



And we now rest, all fears suppress'd, 

 Of Winter's cold or dearth. 



Our barns are fill'd ; — our hei-ds yet live, 



Though few are here to-day ; 

 The "plague" they cannot get nor give 

 Since they are kept away. 

 Chorus. " That"plague won't spread," — 'tis sagely said, — 

 " If cattle stay at home, 

 There kept and fed, till they are dead, 

 And ne'er allow'd to roam !" 



Our steeds — they ample proof can show 



Of vigor and of speed. 

 Our poultry, sheep and swine — all know 

 Have had good care and feed. 

 Chorus. No higher speed, we thmk, indeed. 

 Will any see to-day ; — 

 And care and feed — none others plead, 

 Should greater thrift display. 



Our fruits — they are our boast and pride ; 



Tempting and rich and rare ; — 

 Our flowers — none others are, beside, 

 More beautiful or fair. 

 Chorus. For fruits more rare or flowers fair 

 Than Norfolk shows to-day, — 

 We know not where on earth they are ; 

 Nor who their place can say. 



Our crops of roots and crops of grain, — 



AVhere else did finer grow V 

 Our tools and wains — they try in vain. 

 Who better work would show. 

 Chorus. Such roots and grains, from hills Or plains, 

 We do not often see ; 

 And tools or wains — who here complains 

 That alter'd tliey should be ? 



Revolving time has borne away 



Friends, whom we oft met here ; 

 We knew their worth ; we wish'd their stay ; 

 But shed for them no tear. 

 Choruis. For they are gone, their life's work done. 

 Where soon again we'll meet ; 

 And, here begun, while ages run. 

 Our union there complete. 



