Harvest Home Festival.

In summer time it doth seem good             To seek the shade of the green wood,             For it doth banish all our care             When we gaze on scene so fair.             And birds do here in branches sing             So merrily in early spring,             And lovingly they here do pair             Their mutual joys together share.             Here nature's charming, never rude,             Inspiring all with happy mood,             Tables had choice fruits of season,             And we too had feast of reason.             To dinner table all did march             Through evergreen triumphal arch,             On top the Union Jack it floats,             On each side sheaves of wheat and oats.             Great pumpkins and big ears of corn,             They do this rural arch adorn,             We are reminded now 'tis fall,             And boys enjoy game of baseball.             With joy at night each one did gaze             At the mighty bonfire's blaze,             The tree leaves shone like silver bright,             The lanterns too were pleasing sight.