Hail to the Harvest.

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R. M. D.
JAMES L. ORR.

1. Hear the reapers' song,
As it floats along,
All hail to the harvest time;
And the glad refrain,
Longest the golden grain,
While merrily the sickles chime.

REFRAIN.
For seed-time and harvest come in their turn,
And they that have sown must reap,
As the seed they sow,
Are the fruits that grow,
Time ever its trust will keep.

2. Oh! the chorus sweeps,
From the heart's glad deeps,
All hail to the harvest time;
And the breezes free,
Swell the merry glee,
And ring with the welcome chime.

REFRAIN.

3. But the song will end,
And the echoes blend,
No more in the joyous rhyme,
And the hands that reap,
Will be stilled in sleep,
Till God's mighty harvest time.

REFRAIN.