Little Men — Chapter 21

"Summer days are over,Summer work is done;Harvests have been gatheredGayly one by one.

Now the feast is eaten,Finished is the play;But one rite remains forOur Thanksgiving-day.

"Best of all the harvestIn the dear God's sight,Are the happy childrenIn the home to-night;And we come to offerThanks where thanks are due,With grateful hearts and voices,Father, mother, unto you."