Give to her prayers the renovating spring,

And summer’s heats all perfecting, that bring

The fruits which autumn, from a thousand shores

Selecteth provident! when earth adores

Her God, and all her vales exultory sing.

Without thy blessing the submissive steer

Bends to the ploughman’s galling yoke in vain;

Without thy blessing on the varied year,

Can the swarth reaper grasp the golden grain?

Without thy blessing all is blank and drear;