And the wild geese sailing high;
“And all over upland and lowland
The charm of the goldenrod;
Some of us call it Autumn,
And others call it God.”
Each having read her selection, they sang all together, as on every Thanksgiving Day for thirty years the St. Helen’s girls had done, that old, universal song of praise, which the world will never outgrow:
“Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below,
Praise Him above ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.”