HYMN IN HARVEST.

"And the earth was reaped."-Revelation xiv. 16.

THE angel comes, he comes to reap
The harvest of the Lord!

O'er all the earth with fatal sweep,
Wide waves his flaming sword.

SEPTEMBER.

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SEPTEMBER.

"And of Joseph he said, Blessed of the Lord be his land, for the precious things of heaven, for the dew, and for the deep that coucheth beneath, and for the precious fruits brought forth by the sun, and for the precious things put forth by the moon."-Deuteronomy xxxiii. 13, 14.

M

EANWHILE to glad September's dawn,
Together hath mild Autumn drawn

Rich gifts from bounteous Nature's stores;
And still about his footsteps pours
Profusely from the copious horn,
Fruits well matured and golden corn.

Eve after eve, to glad the scene,
With brief the intervals between,

Her risings, each successive night,
Eve after eve, with aspect bright,
Scarce minished, Nature's timely boon,

Comes forth full-orbed, the harvest-moon.