Poems (Hoffman)/The River of Blessing
THE RIVER OF BLESSING
Flow gentle river, to the sea
In cheerful calm serenity,
Nor pause to question, "Why."
Rise vapor, from the glistening spray
And take thy uncomplaining way
To yonder filmy sky.
In cheerful calm serenity,
Nor pause to question, "Why."
Rise vapor, from the glistening spray
And take thy uncomplaining way
To yonder filmy sky.
Float fleecy cloud o'er scorching fields
That 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.
That 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 gem
In Nature's glittering diadem
Your brow awaits.
Life-giving drops like blessings pour
From wide-flung gates;
Smile, gentle river, many a gem
In Nature's glittering diadem
Your brow awaits.