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10. Rain
Trusting hope, and yet thy heart fears.
Merciless, the dry hot wind blows,
Blasting midst the well tilled corn rows,
Shall the weak cry for bread in vain?
Merciless, the dry hot wind blows,
Blasting midst the well tilled corn rows,
Shall the weak cry for bread in vain?
With each killing blast, thy hope sears,
Brave thy will, midst fearing heart throes,
Still strong in hope, midst evil woes,
Will the rain come with the moon's wane?
Brave thy will, midst fearing heart throes,
Still strong in hope, midst evil woes,
Will the rain come with the moon's wane?
Sure promise, midst the bladed spears,
Tilling the earth from thorn to rose,
Ye will eat bread, rest, and repose.
Thy duty done, thy hopes remain.
Tilling the earth from thorn to rose,
Ye will eat bread, rest, and repose.
Thy duty done, thy hopes remain.
The angels sympathetic tears,
From Oceans of mercy's zeal, flows,
Many blessings of life bestows,
Sent to thee, with the rain.
From Oceans of mercy's zeal, flows,
Many blessings of life bestows,
Sent to thee, with the rain.
Wagoner Record, June 21, 1895.
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