“The river of God is full of water.”
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,
For us, O Father, from tropic seas,
|1. During a drought travellers sometimes have to throw away even their blankets and superfluous clothing. [back]|