YET though the fig-tree should no burden bear, Though vines delude the promise of the year; Yet though the olive should not yield her oil, Nor the parch'd glebe reward the peasant's toil; Though the tired ox beneath his labors fall, And herds in millions perish from the stall; Yet shall my grateful strings Forever praise Thy name; Forever Thee proclaim The everlasting God, the mighty King of kings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOOING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE MORAL FABLES: THE WOLF AND THE WETHER by AESOP THE DANUBE RIVER by C. HAMILTON AIDE TEARS by TUMADIR BINT IBN AL-SHARID AL-KHANSA SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 42. 'GRECIAN AND ENGLISH' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |