"Let other lands, exulting, glean The apple from the pine, The orange from its glossy green, The cluster from the vine; "We better love the hardy gift Our rugged vales bestow, To cheer us when the storm shall drift Our harvest fields with snow. "Through vales of grass and meads of flowers, Our plows their furrows made, While on the hills, the sun and showers Of changeful April played. "We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. "All through the long bright days of June Its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its soft and yellow hair. "And now, with autumn's moonlit eves, Its harvest time has come, We pluck away the frosted leaves, And bear the treasure home. "There, richer than the fabled gift Apollo showered of old, Fair hands the broken grain shall sift, And knead its meal of gold. "Let vapid idlers loll in silk Around their costly board; Give us the bowl of samp and milk By homespun beauty poured! "Where'er the wide old kitchen hearth Sends up its smoky curls, Who will not thank the kindly earth, And bless our farmer girls! "Let earth withhold her goodly root, Let mildew blight the rye, Give to the worm the orchard's fruit, The wheat-field to the fly; "But let the good old corn adorn The hills our fathers trod; Still let us for his golden corn Send up our thanks to God!" GLIMPSES OF THE GREAT NORTHWEST. VII. GLIMPSES OF THE GREAT NORTHWEST.