A Song of Praise

A Song of Praise We thank Thee, Omnipotent One, For the down-fl wing heat of the sun Upon the wide, fragrant fields A benediction of peace; A promise of fruitful increase! For the mystery of unfolding leaf For the bud that holds in its sheath Beauty divine Our thanks, for the glory is Thine.

For the rain that quickens and thrills, Through the pregnant earth and fills It with marvelous impulses new; For the rose of the dawn, And the blue of the hills and the sea And the wondrous sublimity — — Of all the star the clod For life, and work, and love, We thank Thee, God. -Maud Baggarley