864. C. M. T. Richardson. "The Hymn of Summer." 1 How glad the tone when summer's sun Wreathes the gay world with flowers, And trees bend down with golden fruit, And birds are in the bowers! 2 The moon sends silent music down Upon each earthly thing; And always, since creation's dawn, The stars together sing. 3 Shall man remain in silence, then, While all beneath the skies The chorus joins? no, let us sing, And while our voices rise, 4 O, let our lives, great God, breathe forth A constant melody; And every action be a tone In that sweet hymn to thee!
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