The Poetry Corner

God's Blessings.

By Pamela S. Vining, (J. C. Yule)

"For thou, Lord, wilt bless the righteous; with favour wilt thou compass him as with a shield." Like the dew-drops that fall Through the chill, midnight hours, Unheeded by all, On the close-folded flowers, - E'en so, on thy chosen, Grief stricken that bend, Thy tenderest blessings In silence descend. Like the showers that moisten The tree's shrivelled root, And quicken its branches To flower and fruit, E'en thus, on thy people Descend from above, In richest abundance The showers of thy love Like the glad light that never Our sad Earth forsakes, But, as day fadeth, ever In the star beam awakes, So certain and constant, So rich and unspent, Thy blessings unstinted From Heaven are sent. Like the waters that fail not Their course to fulfil, Like the wind's tireless pinions That never are still, Like the day in its rising, The night in its fall, Thus constant thy blessing, Great Father of all!