God said, " Let there be light, and there was light, "
Created from the darkness infinite:
And from the waters, called he forth the Earth,
And Heaven rejoiced at this, her sister's birth.
The Earth brought forth the grass, the herb, the tree,
And flowers, bright flowers, so priceless and so free.
The heavens, God decked with mighty gems of light,
Sol ruled the day, the moon and stars the night.
" Let waters bring forth creatures that have life. "
On earth, in air, in water there was strife.
God saw that all his wondrous work was good,

Written by Colley Cibber Esq. Poet Laureate .

God prosper long our gracious King,
Now sitting on the throne;
Who leads this nation in a String ,
And governs all but One .

This is the day when right or wrong,
I C OLLEY B AYS , Esquire,
Must for my sack indite a song,
And thrum my venal lyre.

Not he who ruled great Judah's realm,
Y-clyped Solomon,
Was wiser than Our's at the helm,

God pity him who lives for self —
That one who does not share
The griefs and joys of other men,
That one who does not care.

God pity him who does not give
To others when in need;
God pity him who works and plans
For only selfish greed.

God pity him when sorrow comes
And no kind friend is there,
No one to grasp his trembling hand
And whisper low, " I care! "

God pity him when death shall come
And few stand by his bier;
So little missed by those he left,
They scarcely shed a tear!

1. God of the world! thy glories shine, Through earth and heaven, with
2. God of our lives! the throbbing heart Doth at thy beck its
rays divine; Thy smile gives beauty to the flower Thine
action start, Throbs on, obedient to thy will, Or
anger to the tempest power.
ceases, at thy fatal chill.

3. God of eternal life! thy love
Doth every stain of sin remove;
The cross, the cross its hallowed light
Shall drive from earth her cheerless night.

4. God of all goodness! to the skies
Our hearts in grateful anthems rise;

1. God of the strong, God of the weak, Lord of all
2. In suffering thou hast made us one, In mighty
lands and our own land, Light of all souls, from
burdens one are we. Teach us that lowliest
thee we seek Light from thy light, strength from thy hand.
duty done Is highest service unto thee.

3. Teach us, great Teacher of mankind,
The sacrifice that brings thy balm.
The love, the work that bless and bind;
Teach us thy majesty, thy calm.

4. Teach thou, and we shall know indeed
The truth divine that maketh free;

God of the seasons, hear my parting prayer,
Faint on the frosty air:
Let the New Year take up the work I leave,
And finish what I weave;
Give to the troubled nations lasting peace,
The harvest's yield increase;
Help the bereaved their sorrows to endure,
Care for the old and poor.

Bid him give patience to all those in pain,
And to the parched fields rain;
Protect the fledgling in its little nest,
See that the weary rest;
And when the midnight bells from tower and town
Send their sweet message down,

1. God of the nations, near and far, Ruler of all mankind,
2. The clash of arms still shakes the sky, King battles still with king;
Bless thou thy people as they strive The paths of peace to find.
Wild through the frighted air of night The bloody tocsins ring.

3. But clearer far the friendly speech
Of scientists and seers,
The wise debate of statesmen and
The shouts of pioneers.

4. And stronger far the claspèd hands
Of labor's teeming throngs,
Who in a hundred tongues repeat
The common creeds and songs.

All those years — almost a hundred —
the farm had hard water.
Hard orange. Buckets lined in orange.
Sink and tub and toilet, too,
once they got running water.
And now, in less than a lifetime,
just by changing the well's location,
in the same yard, mind you,
the water's soft, clear, delicious to drink.
All those years to shake your head over.
Look how sweet life has become;
you can see it in the couple who live here,
their calmness as they sit at their table,
the beauty as they offer you new water to drink.

Bright image of my early years!
When glowed my cheek as red as thou,
And life's dark throng of cares and fears
Were swift-winged shadows o'er my sunny brow.

Thou blushest from the painter's page,
Robed in the mimic tints of art;
But Nature's hand in youth's green age
With fairer hues first traced thee on my heart.

The morning's blush, she made it thine,
The morn's sweet breath, she gave it thee,
And in thy look, my Columbine!
Each fond-remembered spot she bade me see.

I see the hill's far-gazing head,

God meant me to be hungry,
— So I should seek to find
Wisdom, and truth, and beauty,
— To satisfy my mind.

God meant me to be lonely,
— Lest I should wish to stay
In some green earthly Eden
— Too long from heaven away.

God meant me to be weary,
— That I should yearn to rest
This feeble, aching body
— Deep in the earth's dark breast.