"Summer days are over,
Summer work is done;
Harvests have been gathered
Gayly one by one.
Now the feast is eaten,
Finished is the play;
But one rite remains for
Our Thanksgiving-day.
"Best of all the harvest
In the dear God's sight,
Are the happy children
In the home to-night;
And we come to offer
Thanks where thanks are due,
With grateful hearts and voices,
Father, mother, unto you."
Summer Days Are Over
Louisa May Alcott
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Poem topics: children, father, god, happy, home, mother, night, work, dear, play, offer, grateful, Valentine's Day, summer, thanks, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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