FOR CHILDREN. 87

Never fear the wintry blast,
Summer suns will shine at last;
See the golden grain appear,

See the produce of the year.
Greet the reapers as they come,—
Happy, happy harvest home !

Children join the jocund ring,

Young and old come forth and sing;

Stripling blithe, and maiden gay,

Hail the rural holiday.

Greet the reapers as they come,—
Happy, happy harvest home !

Peace and plenty be our lot,

All the pangs of war forgot ;

Strength to toii, and ample store,

Bless Old England evermore.
Greet the reapers as they come,—
Happy, happy harvest home !

 

KING CANUTE

Upon his royal throne he sat,

In a monarch’s thoughtful mood ;
Attendants on his regal state

His servile courtiers stood,
With foolish flatteries, false and vain,
To win his smile, his favour gain

They told him e’en the mighty deep
His kingly sway confessed ;
That he could bid its billows leap,
Or still its stormy breast !
He smiled contemptuously and cried,
“ Be then my boasted empire tried !”