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."