JULY
When July comes the broad and fertile plain
Afar and near is rich with waving grain,
With wheat and oats and fields of nodding rye
And growing corn with streamers waving high—
While from the hayfield comes the noisy song
Of cutter-bar and tedder all day long.
When July comes the broad and fertile plain
Afar and near is rich with waving grain,
With wheat and oats and fields of nodding rye
And growing corn with streamers waving high—
While from the hayfield comes the noisy song
Of cutter-bar and tedder all day long.
AUGUST
When August comes with cloudless brazen sky
Then oft the fragile flowerets droop and die,
And e'en the fresh maize curls its verdant leaves
Yet gives a promise of the golden sheaves—
And all the birds like revellers grow merry
On garden fruit and many a luscious berry.
When August comes with cloudless brazen sky
Then oft the fragile flowerets droop and die,
And e'en the fresh maize curls its verdant leaves
Yet gives a promise of the golden sheaves—
And all the birds like revellers grow merry
On garden fruit and many a luscious berry.
SEPTEMBER
The summer grain has all been harvested
And stowed away in mow and loft and shed
The corn is in the shock and golden fruit
Is ripe upon the trees, and vine and root
Have yielded up their yearly offering,
And well redeemed the promises of spring.
The summer grain has all been harvested
And stowed away in mow and loft and shed
The corn is in the shock and golden fruit
Is ripe upon the trees, and vine and root
Have yielded up their yearly offering,
And well redeemed the promises of spring.
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