Episcopal Harvest Home

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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.

Episcopal Harvest Home

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.