SUMMER.
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God grant us Faith, and unto it we'll cling!
Faith which accepts all things as for the best;
Which looks for death only to bring some change,
Some pleasant change, and trusts Him for the rest.
Faith which accepts all things as for the best;
Which looks for death only to bring some change,
Some pleasant change, and trusts Him for the rest.
SUMMER.
Summer on the mountains,
Where the heather blows;
Summer in the fountains,
Where the water flows,—
Bend the clouds in shadow
O'er the rocky height,
Sunshine in the meadow
With the clover white;
All the earth's a picture,
Made of shade and light.
Where the heather blows;
Summer in the fountains,
Where the water flows,—
Bend the clouds in shadow
O'er the rocky height,
Sunshine in the meadow
With the clover white;
All the earth's a picture,
Made of shade and light.
Children pick the berries
All along the leas,—
Pluck the blood-red cherries
From the drooping trees,—
Chase the nimble squirrel
Over hill and brae,
Put the calm in peril
With their laughter gay;
Scatter wide the clover smell
From the new-mown hay.
All along the leas,—
Pluck the blood-red cherries
From the drooping trees,—
Chase the nimble squirrel
Over hill and brae,
Put the calm in peril
With their laughter gay;
Scatter wide the clover smell
From the new-mown hay.
