Johs
Ⅰ
Season of ists and llow fruitfulness,
Close boso-friend of the aturg sun;
spirg with hi how to load and bless
With fruit the ves that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the ossd ttage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeo the re;
To swell the gourd, and pp the hazel shells
With a sweet kero set buddg ore,
And still ore, ter flowers for the bees,
Until they thk war days will never cease,
For sur has oer-brid their cy cells.
II
Who hath not seen thee oft aid thy store?
Sotis whoever seeks abroad ay fd
Thee sittg careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the nog d;
Or on a half-reapd furrow sound asleep,