“The last days of the summer: bright and clear 
    Shines the warm sun down on the quiet land, 
Where corn-fields, thick and heavy in the ear, 
    Are slowly ripening for the laborer’s hand; 
Seed-time and harvest — since the bow was set, 
Not vainly has man hoped your coming yet!”
—Phoebe Cary (Harvest Gathering) 1869
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