Children, all of us are gleaners
In the harvest-field of time;
Day by day the grain is ripening
For a sunnier clime.
Whether in the early morning,
Going forth with busy feet,
Or, as weary laborers, resting
'Mid the noon-day heat;
Let us strive, with cheerful spirits,
Each our duties to fulfil,
Till the time of harvest,--subject
To the Master's will.
Let us garner up sweet memories,
Bound with ties of love;
Pleasant thoughts to cheer the pathway
To our home above.
Trusting that these precious gleanings,
Bound with loving hand,
May in golden sheaves be gathered
To the spirit land.