 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
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In a Drought.
Weep, relentless eye of Nature!
Drop some pity on the soil;
Every plant and every creature
Droops and faints in dusty toil:
Mother earth with bosom burning
Craves and pants athirst for rain;
Night and day her mighty yearning
Heaves to Heaven in silent pain!
Drop some pity on the soil;
Every plant and every creature
Droops and faints in dusty toil:
Mother earth with bosom burning
Craves and pants athirst for rain;
Night and day her mighty yearning
Heaves to Heaven in silent pain!
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O, how gratefully and dearly
Will Creation drink it up,
When to all his children cheerly
God shall give that happy cup:
When the cattle and the flowers
Yet shall raise their drooping heads,
And, refresh'd by precious showers,
Lie down joyful in their beds.
Will Creation drink it up,
When to all his children cheerly
God shall give that happy cup:
When the cattle and the flowers
Yet shall raise their drooping heads,
And, refresh'd by precious showers,
Lie down joyful in their beds.
Graciously then, God the Giver,
Send that milk of mercy round,—
Let kind Heaven's luscious river
Bathe this dry and gaping ground;
Melt the furrows with its sluices,—
Make our wilted uplands laugh,—
And of all Earth's generous juices
Now let all her creatures quaff!
Send that milk of mercy round,—
Let kind Heaven's luscious river
Bathe this dry and gaping ground;
Melt the furrows with its sluices,—
Make our wilted uplands laugh,—
And of all Earth's generous juices
Now let all her creatures quaff!
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |