The days are gliding swift­ly by,
The days so bright and gold­en,
In leaf and flower the sum­mer writes
Her po­em sweet and old­en.

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The gold­en days, the long bright days,
The glad­dest of the year!
The green grass springs, the wild bird sings,
The sum­mer time is here.

The earth is warm with life and joy,
The air is full of splen­dor
And un­to all the south wind brings
Her mes­sage sweet and ten­der.

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O Giver of these sum­mer hours,
All na­ture gives Thee prais­es,
From mount­ain peak to where the flow­er
Its low­ly bloom up­rais­es.

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And at Thy feet, we, too, would sing,
With all Thy crea­tures liv­ing,
A song of mirth, a song of joy,
A song of glad thanks­giv­ing.

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