Thank God for sleep in the long quiet night,
For the clear day calling through little leaded panes,
For the shining well water and the warm golden light,
And the paths washed white by singing rains.
We thank thee, O God, for exultation born
Of the kiss of the winds, for life among the leaves,
For the whirring wings that pass, about the wonder of the morn
For the changing plumes of swallows gliding upwards to their eaves.
Thank God for good bread, for the honey in the comb,
For the brown – shelled eggs, for the clustered blossoms set
Beyond the open window in a pink and cloudy foam
For the laughing doves among the branches yet.
For the kind- faced women we bring our thanks to Thee
With shapely mothering arms and grave eyes clear and bright
For the tall young men, strong- thewed as man may be
For the old man bent above his scythe.
For the treasure of the garden, the gilly flowers of gold
The prouder petaled tulips, the primrose full of spring
For the crowded orchard boughs, and swelling buds that hold
A yet unwoven wonder, to Thee our praise we bring.
For earth’s little secret and innumerable ways,
For the carol and the colour, Lord, we bring
What things may be of thanks,and that Thou has lent our days
Eyes to see and ears to hear and lips to sing.