The harvest waving o’er the fields,
The cheering light, refreshing shower,
Are gifts from thy exhaustless store.
4 At thy command the vernal bloom
Revives the world from winter’s gloom;
The summer’s heat the fruit matures,
And autumn all her treasures pours.
5 From thee proceed domestic ties,
Connubial bliss, parental joys;
On thy support the nations stand,