The joys of Harvest

Now pleasure unbounded resounds o'er the plains, And brightens the smiles of the damsels and swains, As they follow the last team of harvest along: And end all their toils with a dance and a song, Possess'd of the plenty that blesses the year, And when tempests rattle and hurricanes roar, Bleak Winter's approach they behold without fear, Enjoy what they have, and ne'er languish for more.

Dear Chloe from them let us learn to be wise, And use every moment of life as it flies; Gay youth is the Spring-time which all must improve For Summer to ripen and Harvest to love: Our hearts then a provident care should engage, To lay friendship in store for the Winter of rage; Whose frowns shall disarm ev'n Chloe's bright eye, Damp the flame in my bosom, and pale ev'ry joy.