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! new-bom Year, in whose glad face A thousand promises we trace, Of worldly blessings, Nature's gifts, When from the earth the Storm King lifts His icy hand, and bids appear Sweet Spring; with visage mild and clear; Whose birth the balmy violets tell To primroses in mead and dell; Let every human voice be raised In one loud anthem—God be praised!

Anon the Summer flowers advance, As Nature wakes from out her trance; Rich Plenty, with an open hand, Scatters abundance through the land; The new mown hay its perfume yields, And corn in blossom decks the fields; Fruits ripe and luscious meet the eye. Telling of Autumn by-and-bye. Let every human voice be raised In one loud anthem—God be praised!

Sun-burnt and laden. Autumn nears, Tanning with brown the wheaten ears; The thankful grain low bows its head To passing breezes, quickly fled;