THE BERRY HARVEST.
Hie away to the harvest, boy, matron, and maid,
Of viper or vermin let none be afraid;
And gear up the horse for the sickly and old,
For berry-time, sure, is our true age of gold.
Of viper or vermin let none be afraid;
And gear up the horse for the sickly and old,
For berry-time, sure, is our true age of gold.
Speed off o'er the fields, to the pasture so green,
Where berries the ripest and thickest are seen,
Each bush nods a welcome to all who will come,
Then linger not lazily, drone-like at home.
Where berries the ripest and thickest are seen,
Each bush nods a welcome to all who will come,
Then linger not lazily, drone-like at home.
Rise up with the robin, and brisk as the bee,
Go forth to the woods, they are waiting for thee;
Pail, basket, pan, dipper, each soon shall be filled,
The crop proves the soil was by skilful lands tilled.
Go forth to the woods, they are waiting for thee;
Pail, basket, pan, dipper, each soon shall be filled,
The crop proves the soil was by skilful lands tilled.
Kind Heaven sows broadcast the sweet berry seed,
On high place and low, over hill-top and mead,
And nature's voice calls thee, the summons obey;
Come, gather my harvest of berries to-day.
On high place and low, over hill-top and mead,
And nature's voice calls thee, the summons obey;
Come, gather my harvest of berries to-day.
