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All Thine! for ever, Lord, all Thine!
 The stream, the flowers, the fruit.
Such love beams in Thy gifts to me!
 My tongue hath long been mute:

"Now I can only say, ''Tis Thine!'
 Ask what Thou lovest best,
And I will cull my first ripe fruit,
 For Thou my hand hast blest."
So day by day I worked and sang;
 Though many a night I wept
To see the blight or weed arise,
 But still my watch I kept.

Brightest beside my purling brook
 My buds of promise grew;
I loved the sunshine on the wave,
 And the sparkling spray it threw.
I saw reflected in its face
 Our April's changing sky,
The glory of the sunset eve,
 And night's fair canopy.

No message came for fruit or flower;
 But, as I passed along
At noon, I missed the warbling brook
 That cheered me with its song.