 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
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Added, in August.
No hate, no envy; all was right;In mercy came that bitter night,—
In mercy shear'd the fruit away,
Blasting the blossoms on the spray;
For if, in aftertimes like these
Of sore and terrible disease,
A heavy crop of luscious fruits
Had hung upon those frozen shoots,
Doubtless, the reaper Death had reap'd
A heavier crop of corpses heap'd!
O Man,—a wiser Head than thine,
And kinder than thy thoughts divine,
(While for all weightier things He cares
Or watches how a sparrow fares,)
In secret wisdom foreordains
Even these trifles,—frosts and rains.
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |