previous next

[165] Oh, favors every year made new!
     Oh, gifts with rain and sunshine sent!
The bounty overruns our due,
     The fulness shames our discontent.

We shut our eyes, the flowers bloom on;
     We murmur, but the corn-ears fill,
We choose the shadow, but the sun
     That casts it shines behind us still.

God gives us with our rugged soil
     The power to make it Eden-fair,
And richer fruits to crown our toil
     Than summer-wedded islands bear.

Who murmurs at his lot to-day?
     Who scorns his native fruit and bloom?
Or sighs for dainties far away,
     Beside the bounteous board of home?

Thank Heaven, instead, that Freedom's arm
     Can change a rocky soil to gold,—
That brave and generous lives can warm
     A clime with northern ices cold.

And let these altars, wreathed with flowers
     And piled with fruits, awake again
Thanksgivings for the golden hours,
     The early and the latter rain!

1859.

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License.

An XML version of this text is available for download, with the additional restriction that you offer Perseus any modifications you make. Perseus provides credit for all accepted changes, storing new additions in a versioning system.

hide Places (automatically extracted)

View a map of the most frequently mentioned places in this document.

Visualize the most frequently mentioned Pleiades ancient places in this text.

Download Pleiades ancient places geospacial dataset for this text.

hide Dates (automatically extracted)
Sort dates alphabetically, as they appear on the page, by frequency
Click on a date to search for it in this document.
1859 AD (1)
hide Display Preferences
Greek Display:
Arabic Display:
View by Default:
Browse Bar: