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Rh  To bear life's discipline, that death at last, Led on by nature, not by rashness urged, May ope the gate of everlasting life.

 

God of Nature! God of Love! Smile upon our festive rite, Thou who bidd'st the Seasons prove Circling sources of delight.

Spring, a rainbow promise bears, Summer decks the ripening plain, Autumn sings amid his cares, Guiding home the loaded wain.

Winter with his snowy vest, Revels in their blended spoil, Lulls the wearied earth to rest, Braces man for future toil.

Morning, bright with golden rays, Evening, dark with ebon pall, Speak in varied tones Thy praise, Architect, and Sire of all!

We, for whom yon groves are drest, Yon green vales their treasures pour, Still by liberal nature blest With her most luxuriant store, 