Classic Poem

Thou art my Father Thou dost give me birth
Pleasant thy smile & pleasant e'en thy frown
Thy hand here placed me in the furrowed earth
And sent the rain in plenteous fulness down
Twas Thou who watched when on the spring grain
The small dew fell and sunlight daily poured
And when the wind blew fiercely from the main
Thy care each drooping limb has oft restored
Thou art my Father still thy care attend
Support the plant the seed and lofty tree
Alike look up to find in Thee their friend
The ear the spring blade draw life from Thee
And Thou the humble fruit I daily yield
Wilt come and view with pleasure in thy field