 | Hagar |  |
THE BLIGHTED HARVEST.
A blight came o'er, a blight came o'er
My harvest field so fair and wide;
The blackened grain was cast aside,
The plough share hid forever more,
Each vestige of my joy and pride.
My harvest field so fair and wide;
The blackened grain was cast aside,
The plough share hid forever more,
Each vestige of my joy and pride.
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It was the staff on which I leaned,
I watched its growth day after day;
What golden dreams around it lay!
How green, and fair, and strong it seemed!
Now from the earth 'twas swept away.
I watched its growth day after day;
What golden dreams around it lay!
How green, and fair, and strong it seemed!
Now from the earth 'twas swept away.
Yet over all, yet over all,
The bitter grief which tortured me,
A soft voice said consolingly;
“God careth for the sparrow's fall,
Will he not love and care for thee?”
The bitter grief which tortured me,
A soft voice said consolingly;
“God careth for the sparrow's fall,
Will he not love and care for thee?”
The gentle voice I heeded not;
My eyes were filled with unshed tears,
I thought of those poor blighted ears
Earth seemed a poor and barren spot,
And blighted too were all my years.
My eyes were filled with unshed tears,
I thought of those poor blighted ears
Earth seemed a poor and barren spot,
And blighted too were all my years.
October's sun, October's sun
Shed golden radiance on the land;
My glowing cheek, the breezes fann'd
I, who had stood faint hearted one,
And seen my ship wrecked on the strand.
Shed golden radiance on the land;
My glowing cheek, the breezes fann'd
I, who had stood faint hearted one,
And seen my ship wrecked on the strand.
I stood among the waving corn,
Which grew upon the blighted field;
O God, how glorious was the yield!
For me, who laughed poor Hope to scorn,
And saw my doom forever sealed.
Which grew upon the blighted field;
O God, how glorious was the yield!
For me, who laughed poor Hope to scorn,
And saw my doom forever sealed.
Forever green, forever green
The memory of that field shall be;
My heart is strong, and brave and free;
I have a Staff whereon I lean,
A Staff which never faileth me.
The memory of that field shall be;
My heart is strong, and brave and free;
I have a Staff whereon I lean,
A Staff which never faileth me.
| Hagar | |