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...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL A SEA DIALOGUE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 11. ABRAHAM DAVENPORT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER AVIENUS: TO HIS FRIENDS by RUFUS FESTUS AVIENUS NARCISSUS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 7 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 4. TERTIUM QUID by ROBERT BROWNING |