Мария Джейн Джюсбери (Maria Jane Jewsbury)

They Shall Revive as the Corn

   Hosea xiv. 7.

O FAIR the lily grows,
No emblem meet for me,
Its snowy lustre throws
Reproach on all I see;
But if wheat's tender blade,
Beat down by wind and rain,
May hope to raise its head
And grow to golden grain,

This drooping soul of mine may thrive,
Again rejoice, again revive:

Only by power divine;
And love that sins transcend;
No light but God's may shine,
No dews but Heaven's descend,
To quicken this dull frame,
To cleanse this earth-stained heart;
Beam forth ethereal flame,
Sweet dews your aid impart;
Without ye all in vain I strive,
This sinking soul will ne'er revive.
Care weighs my conscience down,
And sorrow clouds each thought,
No brow but wears a frown,
No eye with love is fraught;
All objects seem estranged,
And chide me or condemn;
Yet 'tis not they are changed,
But I am changed to them
SPIRIT, whose grace can all survive,
Come thou and this faint soul revive.