1820 "THE EARTH IS FULL OF THY RICHES" by William Cullen Bryant şiElectronically Enhanced Text (c) Copyright 1996, World Library(R) DAK Upgraded Edition, Copyright 2000, DAK Industries 2000, Inc(R)şI {THE_EARTH_IS_FULL_OF_THY_RICHES THE EARTH IS FULL OF THY RICHES - Almighty! hear thy children raise The voice of thankfulness and praise, To Him whose wisdom deigned to plan This fair and bright abode for man. - For when this orb of sea and land Was moulded in thy forming hand, Thy calm, benignant smile impressed A beam of heaven upon its breast. - Then rose the hills, and broad and green The vale's deep pathway sank between; Then stretched the plains to where the sky Stoops and shuts in the exploring eye. - Beneath that smile earth's blossoms glowed, Her fountains gushed, her rivers flowed, And from the shadowy wood was heard The pleasant sound of breeze and bird. - Thy hand outspread the billowy plains {THE_EARTH_IS_FULL_OF_THY_RICHES ^line 20} Of ocean, nurse of genial rains, Hung high the glorious sun and set Night's cressets in her arch of jet. - Lord, teach us, while the admiring sight Dwells on Thy works in deep delight, To deem the forms of beauty here But shadows of a brighter sphere. - - THE END