From the CuItiyator.

THE HARVEST HOME.
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When autumn freely Yields s,a Il.


All her golden treasures, N. 4.
When those who reap the fields,
Partake of harvest pleasures,
This, lads, is harvest home;
3. Those who labor daily, sr
well know 'us sweet to come,
And pass the evening gaily.
y Then let each heart be light,
~ Here's no room for sorrow,
aa Joy holds her court tonight, n
Care may come 10 morrow.
Now let the lab'rer wipe his brow,


Rest and plenty wait him tri .
Barn, cellar, rick and NOV 5H.aal


Are filled to recreate him. a #u
Scythe, sickle, rake and hoe, t


All are now suspended,


Like trophies in row, uM..a -


For future use intended. ~ dl @
s.. Then let each heart be light, SIC. y
Now gay Pomona's store, A@"a
Past exertion blesses, 'a@#l" "
Rich streams Of nectar pour, l@.1a


Sparkling from her tresses. a 7
Full goblets streaming broad, '|.n"


Crown the farmers labors, @'
These real bliss Afford,


When shared by friedly neighbors.
Then let each heart be light. WY.
4, Here's no room for sorrow,


Joy holds her court to night,


Care may come tomorrow.