390 DECEMBER. 



The earth is thine the summer-earth ; 



Fresh with the dews, with sunshine bright ; 

 With golden clouds in evening hours, 

 With singing birds and balmy flowers, 



Creatures of beauty and delight. 



The earth is thine the teeming earth ; 



In the rich bounteous time of seed, 

 When man goes forth in joy to reap, 

 And gathers up his garnered heap, 



Against the time of storm and need. 



The earth is thine when days are dim, 



And leafless stands the stately tree ; 

 When from the north the fierce winds blow, 

 When falleth fast the mantling snow ; 

 The earth pertaineth still to thee ! 



The earth is thine thy creature, man ! 



Thine are all worlds, all suns that shine ; 

 Darkness and light, and life and death ; 

 Whate'er all space inhabiteth 



Creator ! Father ! all are thine ! 



