When first the daisy decks the mead,
And in the furrowed ground we fling,
With hope and prayer, the golden seed.
Let children in life’s spring-time days
Lift up their hearts in prayer and praise!
I bless Thee in the summer heat,
When cattle seek the cooling streams,
And o’er green fields of waving wheat
The sun pours down his ripening beams.
Let man in life’s bright summer days