Text: | On a Year of threatening Drought |
Author: | Dr. Gibbons |
1 The spring, great God, at thy command
Leads forth the smiling year;
Gay verdure, foliage, blooms and flowers
T' adorn her reign appear.
2 But soon canst thou in righteous wrath
Blast all the promis'd joy,
And elements await thy nod
To bless or to destroy.
3 The sun, thy minister of love,
That from the naked ground
Calls forth the hidden seeds to birth,
And spreads their beauties round;
4 At the dread order of his God,
Now darts destructive fires;
Hills, plains, and vales, are parch'd with drought,
And blooming life expires.
5 Like burnish'd brass, the heaven around
In angry terror burns,
While the earth lies a joyless waste,
And into iron turns.
6 Pity us, Lord, in our distress,
Nor with our land contend;
Bid the avenging skies relent,
And showers of mercy send.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The spring, great God, at thy command |
Title: | On a Year of threatening Drought |
Author: | Dr. Gibbons |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Topic: | Times and Seasons: The Seasons of the Year; Threatening Drought |
Notes: | Public Domain. |