Thus God hath said: Unblessed is he <br />Who makes an arm of flesh his trust; <br />Whose heart departs from God shall see <br />His blossom'd hopes go up like dust. <br /> <br /> <br />Like heath in desert-scorch'd and bare, <br />'Neath eastern summer's burning noon- <br />That bears no bud, nor blossom fair, <br />Bestows no sweetly fragrant boon. <br /> <br /> <br />When clouds drop fatness to the sky, <br />It holds no tiny, purple cup; <br />Though dews upon its branches lie, <br />It drinks no living juices up. <br /> <br /> <br />A parch'd, a herbless, treeless, wild, <br />A land of salt and rifted stone, <br />Where man hath never dwelt and toiled, <br />There shall he dwell alone, alone. <br /> <br /> <br />But blest is he-how great his gain!- <br />Who trusts in God! When storms assail <br />Him, everlasting arms sustain- <br />His founts of mercy never fail. <br /> <br /> <br />Like stately tree, whose branches wave <br />Their wealth of foliage o'er the stream, <br />That spreads its roots where waters lave, <br />Nor fears the fervid solar beam. <br /> <br /> <br />Its quivering leaves, so darkly green, <br />Shall fan the glowing brow of noon; <br />Or, dropp'd with dewy brillants' sheen, <br />Shall glisten 'neath the cloudless moon. <br /> <br /> <br />Who trusts in God, no weeping fears, <br />No wasting cares his soul disarm; <br />When killing droughts bring famined years, <br />He trusts in God and smiles at harm. <br /> <br /> <br />His teeming boughs, with mellow fruit, <br />In rich and ruddy beauty glow; <br />And why? the living, spreading root <br />Is planted where the waters flow.<br /><br />Janet Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trust-in-god-4/
