The Summer Days Are Come Again

The sum­mer days are come again

With sun and clouds be­tween

And

fed alike by sun and rain

The trees grow broad and green;

Spreads broad and green the leafy tent

Upon whose gras­sy floor

Our feet

too long in ci­ties pent

Their free­dom find once more.

The sum­mer days are come again;

Once more the glad earth yields

Her gold­en wealth of rip­en­ing grain

And breadth of clo­ver fields

And deep­en­ing shade of sum­mer woods

And glow of sum­mer air

And wing­ing thoughts

and hap­py moods

Of love and joy and pray­er.

The sum­mer days are come again;

The birds are on the wing;

God’s prais­es

in their lov­ing strain

Unconsciously they sing.

We know who giv­eth all the good

That doth our cup o’er­brim;

For sum­mer joy in field and wood

We lift our song to Him.