 | Collected poems of Samuel Davies : 1723-1761 |  |
[No. X. Though luscious Figs no more shall bloom and grow]
Though luscious Figs no more shall bloom and grow,Nor bending Vines with juicy Clusters glow;
Though the fat Olive should our Hopes beguile,
And burst no more with usual Floods of Oil;
Though Barrenness should blast the fertile Field,
And Earth no more her vital Fatness yield;
Though Death should plunder every crouded Stall,
And Flocks and Herds in common Ruin fall;
Though meager Famine stalk across the Land,
And tear our Blessing from our grasping Hand.
In Thee, my God, I'm blest, I'm happy still;
Nor should the Loss of these vain Trifles feel,
But at the gen'ral Devastation smile.
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But without Thee, how poor a Portion these!
| Collected poems of Samuel Davies : 1723-1761 | |