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	HARVEST AND THANKSGIVING

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	2 For grasses of upland and lowland, For fruits of the garden and field, For gold which the mine and the furrow To delver and husbandman yield. 3 And thanks for the harvest of beauty, For that which the hands cannot hold, The harvest eyes only can gather, And only our hearts can enfold. 4 We reap it on mountain and moorland; We glean it from meadow and lea; We garner it in from the cloudland; We bind it in sheaves from the sea.	5 But the song it goes deeper and higher;! There are harvests that eye cannot see; They ripen on mountains of duty, Are reaped by the brave and the free. I 6 And these have been gathered and gar- nered. Some golden with honor and gain, And some, as with heart's blood, are ruddj The harvests of sorrow and pain. 7 O Thou who art Lord of the harvest J The Giver who gladdens our days, Our hearts are for ever repeating Thanksgiving and honor and praise. 1 J. W. Chadwick

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