THANKSGIVING POEM When clouds swept low the sky at morn, We planted seed of golden corn, Stoop low, stoop low! Upon the newly planted earth Fell rain to bring the seed to birth, That maketh corn to grow. We watched the corn grow tall and green, We hoed the stubborn weed between, Stoop low, stoop low! Some work beyond our human power By sun and rain brought forth the flower, That maketh corn to grow. The grain grew fat upon the stalk, The farmers talked the harvest talk, Stoop low, stoop low! Now praise to God, who by His might Has made the harvest golden bright, Who maketh corn to grow.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 23:04:47 +0000
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