The river of God is full of water – Psalm
The rushes are black by the river bed,
And the sheep and the cattle stand
Wistful-eyed, where the waters were –
In a waste of gravel and sand;
Or pass o’er their dying and dead to slake
Their thirst at the slimy pool.
Shall they pine and perish in pangs of drought,
While Thy river, O God, is full!
The fields are furrowed, the seed is sown,
But no dews from the heavens are shed;
And where shall the grain for the harvest be -?
And how shall the poor be fed?
In waterless gullies they winnow the earth,
New-turned by the miner’s tool’
And the wayfarer faints ‘neath his lightened load –
Yet the river of God is full