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Alfred H. Miles, ed.  The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century.  1907.
The Rivulet (1871).
VIII. “O Lord, Thou art not fickle”
By Thomas Toke Lynch (1818–1871)
O LORD, Thou art not fickle;
  Our hope is not in vain;
The harvest for the sickle
  Will ripen yet again.
But though enough be given        5
  For all the world to eat,
Sin with thy love has striven
  Its bounty to defeat.
Were men to one another
  As kind as God to all,        10
Then no man on his brother
  For help would vainly call.
On none for idle wasting
  Would honest labour frown;
And none, to riches hasting,        15
  Would tread his neighbour down.
O, is there one in twenty
  With his own lot content,
Though God has bread and plenty
  To all the nations sent?        20
Till heart to heart is plighted
  In faith on heaven above,
Earth’s harvests must be blighted
  For want of mutual love.
No man enough possesses        25
  Until he has to spare;
Possession no man blesses
  While self is all his care.
For blessings on our labour,
  O, then, in hope we pray,        30
When love unto our neighbour
  Is ripening every day.

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