Classic Poem

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,
Bring faith in God, a beacon in the night
To guide mankind aright.

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,
Bring faith in God, a beacon in the night
— To guide mankind aright.