•'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 tliine. 



'*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 power ; 



Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall ; 

 Who sows a field, or trains a flower, 



Or plants a tree, is more than all." 



