Mackie, Elizabeth Harriet Mrs.
Now hands to seed sheet, boys,
We step and we cast. Old Time's on wing.
And, would you partake of Harvest's joy,
The corn must be sown in spring.
Fall gently and still, good corn,
Lie warm in your earthy bed;
And stand so yellow some morn,
For beast and man must be fed.
Old Earth is a pleasure to see
In sunshiny cloak of red and green;
The furrow lies fresh, and this year will be
As years that are past have been.
Old Mother, receive this corn,
The son of six thousand golden sires;
All these on thy kindly breast were born,
One more thy poor child requires.
Now, steady and sure again,
And measure of stroke and step we keep;
Thus up and down we cast our grain,
Sow well, and you shall gladly reap.