1 The darken'd sky, how thick it lowers!
Troubled with storms, and big with showers;
No cheerful gleam of light appears,
But nature pours forth all her tears.
2 Yet let the sons of grace revive,
God bids the soul that seeks him live;
And from the gloomiest shade of night
Calls forth a morning of delight.
3 The seeds of extasy unknown
Are in these water'd furrows sown;
See the green blades how thick they rise,
And with fresh verdure bless our eyes.
4 In secret foldings they contain
Unnumber'd ears of golden grain;
And heav'n shall pour its beams around,
Till the ripe harvest load the ground.
5 Then shall the trembling mourner come,
And bind his sheaves, and bring them home;
The voice long broke with sighs, shall sing,
Till heav'n with Hallelujahs ring.
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First Line: | The darken'd sky, how thick it lowers! |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Confidence and Resignation: Weeping Seed-time, joyful Harvest |