LORD, in thy name thy servants plead, And thou hast sworn to hear; Thine is the harvest, thine the seed, The fresh and fading year: Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild, We trusted, Lord, with thee; And still, now spring has on us smil'd, We wait on thy decree. The former and the latter rain, The summer sun and air, The green ear, and the golden grain, All thine, are ours by prayer. Thine too by right, and ours by grace, The wondrous growth unseen, The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace, The love that shines serene. So grant the precious things brought forth By sun and moon below, That thee in thy new heaven and earth We never may forego. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS WOODNOTES: 2 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE HERONS OF ELMWOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HESPERUS THE BRINGER by SAPPHO OH, LOVE THOU TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE REPLY OF Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS TO A ROMAN 'ROUND-ROBIN' by ALFRED AUSTIN |