DECEMBER. 301 



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 si ill 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 ! 



