The Days Are Gliding Swiftly By

The days are glid­ing swift­ly by

The days so bright and gold­en

In leaf and flow­er the sum­mer writes

Her po­em sweet and old­en.

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.

O Giver of these sum­mer hours

All na­ture gives Thee prais­es

From mount­ain peak to where the flow­er

Its low­ly bloom up­rais­es.

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.