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284 The fruitful, generous mother, plaintively Did wail for water. Lo! her cry is heard, And swift, obedient to the Ruler's word, From Southern Iceland sweeps the cool sea breeze. To fan the earth and bless the suffering trees, And bear dense clouds with bursting weight of rain To soothe with moisture all the parching pain.

Oh, Mercy's sweetest symbol! only they Who see the earth agape in burning day, Who watch its living things thirst-stricken lie, And turn from brazen heaven as they die,— Their hearts alone, the shadowy cloud can prize That veils the sun,—as to poor earth-dimmed eyes The sorrow comes to veil our joy's dear face, All rich in mercy and in God's sweet grace!

Thrice welcome, clouds from seaward, settling down O'er thirsting nature! Now the trees' dull brown Is washed away, and leaflet buds appear, And youngling undergrowth, and far and near