by Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793 - 1835)
Now autumn strews on every plain
Language: English
Now autumn strews on every plain, His mellow fruits and fertile grain; And laughing plenty, crown'd with sheaves, With purple grapes, and spreading leaves. In rich profusion pours around Her flowing treasures on the ground. Oh! mark the great, the liberal hand, That scatters blessings o'er the land; And to the God of nature raise The grateful song, the hymn of praise. The infant corn, in vernal hours, He nurtured with his gentle showers, And bade the summer clouds diffuse Their balmy store of genial dews. He mark'd the tender stem arise, Till ripen'd by the glowing skies, And now, matured, his work behold, The cheering harvest waves in gold. To nature's God with joy we raise The grateful song, the hymn of praise. The valleys echo to the strains Of blooming maids and village swains - To him they tune the lay sincere, Whose bounty crowns the smiling year. The sounds from every woodland borne The sighing winds that bend the corn, The yellow fields around proclaim His mighty, everlasting name. To nature's God united raise The grateful song, the hymn of praise.
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Authorship:
- by Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793 - 1835), "Harvest hymn" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Homer Newton Bartlett (1845 - 1920), "An autumn song", op. 121, published 1893 [ voice and piano ], Oliver Ditson [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2011-12-22
Line count: 30
Word count: 184