THE GLEANERS.

When the rosy morn appearing,
points with gold, the verdant lawn,
Bees on banks of thyme disporting,
sip the sweets and hail the dawn.

Warbling birds the spring proclaiming,
carol sweet th' enlivening strain,
They forsake their leafy dwelling,
to secure the golden grain

See, content the humble gleaners,
take the scatter'd ears that fall,
Nature all her children viewing,
kindly bounteous cares for all.

When his weary'd task is over,
ended with the setting sun,
Soon the hind forgets his labour,
and to his cow-cot home does run.

Lisping babes all fly to meet him,
and receive a father's pray'r.
His lov'd partner smiles to see them,
climb the envy'd kiss to share.

Balmy sleep attends his pillow,
free from sorrow, free from fear,
Heav'n-born guards each moment watch him,
peace and innocence live here.