Poems (Hoffman)/The River of Blessing
THE RIVER OF BLESSING
Flow gentle river, to the seaIn cheerful calm serenity, Nor pause to question, "Why."Rise vapor, from the glistening sprayAnd take thy uncomplaining way To yonder filmy sky.
Float fleecy cloud o'er scorching fieldsThat now no vernal fruitage yield, In sweet, serene content;Fall, gentle rain, o'er field and flood,Nor fret that for so little good Each tiny drop is spent.
Bloom, thirsty land and barren shore,Life-giving drops like blessings pour From wide-flung gates;Smile, gentle river, many a gemIn Nature's glittering diadem Your brow awaits.