In Time of Drought by Mary Hannay-Foott


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


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