•'O painter of the fruits and flowers! 



We thank thee for thy wise design, 

 Whereby these human hands of ours 



In Nature's garden work with thine. 



"And thanks that from our daily need 



The joy of simple faith is born, 

 That he who smites the summer weed 



May trust thee for the autumn corn. 



•Give fools their gold, and knaves their pcwfr; 



Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; 

 Who sows a field, or trains a flower, 



Or plants a tree, is more than all." 



