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ELIJAH ON MOUNT CARMEL.
On Carmel's top, beneath the cloudless blue,Behold the mighty prophet meekly kneeling,
While his strong cries and tears of earnest feeling
Moisten the ground with unaccustomed dew.
Stars falter forth, earth takes a duskier hue,
More fervent grows the voice of Faith appealing,
Till from the sea a little cloud comes stealing,
Like a man's hand, and blots the heavens from view.
Lord, I would humbly supplicate Thy face
For some sweet token of approaching showers,
Some soft low murmur of abundant grace
To cheer my thirsty fields and drooping bowers;
Nor would I cease to ask and ask again
Till Thy sure mercy melts in copious rain.
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