Louisa May Alcott (Луиза Мэй Олкотт)

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"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."

1. My Beth
2. Not a Sparrow Falleth but Its God Doth Know
3. A Song from the Suds
4. The Mother Moon
5. Clover-Blossom

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