 | Poems by John Howard Bryant |  |
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HYMN, WRITTEN FOR THE CUMMINGTON CENTENNIAL.
Father of all, whose boundless sway
Rules Earth and all the rolling spheres;
Grant us Thy gentlest smile to-day,
This day that crowns a hundred years.
Rules Earth and all the rolling spheres;
Grant us Thy gentlest smile to-day,
This day that crowns a hundred years.
From many dwellings, near and far,
From where the Atlantic billows foam,
And plains beneath the evening star,
We come, to greet our native home.
From where the Atlantic billows foam,
And plains beneath the evening star,
We come, to greet our native home.
Fit place is this, O Lord most high!
Where these eternal hills ascend,
Fit hour, beneath this mountain sky,
Around Thy mercy seat to bend.
Where these eternal hills ascend,
Fit hour, beneath this mountain sky,
Around Thy mercy seat to bend.
Let love and concord rule the day,
And reverence for those brave old sires
Who hewed the mighty woods away,
And kindled here their altar fires.
And reverence for those brave old sires
Who hewed the mighty woods away,
And kindled here their altar fires.
Here may their virtues still abide,
With kindlier, gentler mien than then,
And as the passing ages glide,
Make glad the hearts and homes of men.
With kindlier, gentler mien than then,
And as the passing ages glide,
Make glad the hearts and homes of men.
| Poems by John Howard Bryant | |