HARVEST-FIELD FLOWERS 
There ’s much to hear and see. 
On yellow slopes of waving corn 
The autumn sun shines clearly ; 
And 'tis joy to walk, on days like this, 
Among the bearded barley. 
Within the sunny harvest-fields 
We'll gather flowers enow ; 
The poppy red, the marigold, 
The buglos brightly blue ; 
