HARVEST AND LIBERTY.Before Election, 1860.
The harvest moon is waning,
And under shielding eaves,
The wheat lies threshed and garnered,
Or heaped in heavy sheaves;
And on a thousand prairies,
Like forest seas outrolled,
The corn stands waiting till the sun
Shall turn its green to gold.
And under shielding eaves,
The wheat lies threshed and garnered,
Or heaped in heavy sheaves;
And on a thousand prairies,
Like forest seas outrolled,
The corn stands waiting till the sun
Shall turn its green to gold.
Along the fair Ohio
The grapes are storing wine,—
Catawba, purple Isabel,
And fragrant Muscadine;
And peach and apple, ripe and red,
Drop when the light winds blow,
Ripe and red from the laden boughs,
Till the grass is heaped below.
The grapes are storing wine,—
Catawba, purple Isabel,
And fragrant Muscadine;
And peach and apple, ripe and red,
Drop when the light winds blow,
Ripe and red from the laden boughs,
Till the grass is heaped below.
O never 'neath Athenian skies
To Ceres, garland-crowned,
When scarlet poppies wreathed with wheat
Her shining tresses bound,
To Ceres, garland-crowned,
When scarlet poppies wreathed with wheat
Her shining tresses bound,
