When Verdure Clothes The Fertile Vale


When verdure clothes the fertile vale,
And blossoms deck the spray,
And fragrance breathes in every gale,
How sweet the vernal day!

Hark! how the feathered warblers sing!
‘Tis nature’s cheerful voice:
Soft music hails the lovely spring,
And woods and fields rejoice.

O God of nature and of grace,
Thy heavenly gifts impart;
Then shall my meditation trace
Spring blooming in my heart.

Inspired to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature’s cheerful song,
And love and gratitude divine
Attune my joyful tongue.

O God of nature, God of grace,
Thy heavenly gifts impart,
And bid sweet meditation trace
Spring blooming in my heart.