Classic Poem

Thy garden, orchard, fields,
And Vinyard being planted
With what good Nature yields,
Brave things to thee are granted;
Besides the Gifts of Grace,
Therefore go on and gather,
Use each kind in its place,
And Bless our God and Father.
Who gives so liberally,
What's needful for our Living,
And would us have Reply
In bowed-down Thanks-giving
To him, to whom belongs
All Praise in Prose and Songs.