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The morn and eve thy praise resound,
Lord, as they walk the ethereal round;
Thy visits teach the grateful soil
To recompense the labourer’s toil.
The clouds, in frequent showers distilled,
Drop fatness on the fruitful field,
Break the tough glebe, the furrows cheer,
And crown with good the gliding year.
The pastures of the extended waste
Thy gifts in rich profusion taste:
The hills around exulting stand,
And own the bounty of thy hand.
Cherished at length by favouring skies,
Herbage and corn luxuriant rise:
The laughing vale assumes a tongue,
And burst triumphant into song.
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