OH God! by whom the seed is given; By whom the harvest blest; Whose word, like manna shower'd from Heaven, Is planted in our breast; Preserve it from the passing feet, And plunderers of the air; The sultry sun's intenser heat, And weeds of worldly care! Though buried deep or thinly strewn, Do Thou Thy grace supply; The hope in earthly furrows sown Shall ripen in the sky! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE [OUT OF NORFOLK] by WILLIAM COWPER GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE DANNY DEEVER by RUDYARD KIPLING THE PAUPER'S DRIVE by THOMAS NOEL CELIA'S HOMECOMING by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON |