Written after a Perusal of the Eighth Sermon of Barrow
As meadows parch'd, brown groves, and withering flowers,
Imbibe the sparkling dew and genial show'rs;
As chill dark air inhales the morning beam;
As thirsty harts enjoy the gelid stream;
Thus to man's grateful soul from Heaven descend,
The mercies of his Father, Lord, and Friend!
Imbibe the sparkling dew and genial show'rs;
As chill dark air inhales the morning beam;
As thirsty harts enjoy the gelid stream;
Thus to man's grateful soul from Heaven descend,
The mercies of his Father, Lord, and Friend!
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