Dear Quickener of the meadow’s grace,
When the day’s course of toil is run,
Anoint and cheer our soiléd face.
When evening falls and darkness creeps,
And the long starry hours have come,
And all the world is tired, and sleeps,
Keep far our foes, give peace at home.
O Sun, O Wind, O Flower, O Fire!...
Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire!