John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Occasional PoemsFor an Autumn Festival
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Of fruitful Ceres, charm no more;
The woven wreaths of oak and pine
Are dust along the Isthmian shore.
And nature holds us still in debt;
And woman’s grace and household skill,
And manhood’s toil, are honored yet.
And fruits, have come to own again
The blessings of the summer hours,
The early and the latter rain;
Reverse for us the plenteous horn
Of autumn, filled and running o’er
With fruit, and flower, and golden corn!
O’er richer stores than gems or gold;
Once more with harvest-song and shout
Is Nature’s bloodless triumph told.
Like Ruth, among her garnered sheaves;
Her lap is full of goodly things,
Her brow is bright with autumn leaves.
Oh, gifts with rain and sunshine sent!
The bounty overruns our due,
The fulness shames our discontent.
We murmur, but the corn-ears fill,
We choose the shadow, but the sun
That casts it shines behind us still.
The power to make it Eden-fair,
And richer fruits to crown our toil
Than summer-wedded islands bear.
Who scorns his native fruit and bloom?
Or sighs for dainties far away,
Beside the bounteous board of home?
Can change a rocky soil to gold,—
That brave and generous lives can warm
A clime with northern ices cold.
And piled with fruits, awake again
Thanksgivings for the golden hours,
The early and the latter rain!