The First Harvest

The First Harvest

The First Harvest

The First Harvest


The day dawned bright on Eden fair,

Its verdure fanned by fragrant air,

The voice of birds joined note and trill

With murmur of melodious rill

That swirled and eddied in its play,

Or dashed from rocks with rainbow spray.

All nature laughed beneath the sun

For life and joy had just begun.

A glowing pebble caught the gaze

Of Eve's quick eye, in swift amaze

She called aloud, "Dear Adam, see,

A gift the brook has brought to me!"

But puzzled Adam answered not,

For heart to mind a doubt had brought;

In open palm a creature lay

With wings resplendent as the day,

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