Selection (John Greenleaf Whittier)

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Selection
(John Greenleaf Whittier)
Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish horn.

Let other lands exulting glean
The apple from the pine,
The orange from its glossy green,
The cluster from the vine.

But let the good old corn adorn,
The hills our fathers trod;
Still let us for His golden gorn,
Send up our thanks to God.