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HARVEST-FIELD FLOWERS. 
There is enough for every one, 
And they lovingly agree ; 
We might learn a lesson, all of us. 
Beneath the green-wood tree! 
HARVEST-FIELD FLOWERS. 
Come down into the harvest-fields 
This autumn morn with me ; 
For in the pleasant autumn-fields 
There’s much to hear and see ; 
On yellow slopes of waving corn 
The autumn sun shines clearly, 
And’t is joy to walk, on days like this. 
Among the bearded barley. 
Within the sunny harvest-fields 
We’ll gather flowers enowj 
The poppy red, the marigold, 
The bugles brightly blue ; 
We’ll gather the white convolvulus 
That opes in the morning early ; 
With a cluster of nuts, an ear of wheat. 
And an ear of the bearded barley. 
Bright over the golden fields of corn 
Doth shine the autumn sky ; 
