To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
3 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores,
And winters, softened by thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.
4 Seasons and months, and weeks and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
Still be the cheerful homage paid
With opening light and evening shade!
5 O! may our more harmonious tongues