Then come a flood halting the drought,
And all devouring sort.
Then will our worm leaps
For joy, when all did skip.
But, if tarry be the drought,
In our land and her lots.
What will our talk be?
Homour, problem or suffering?
Let ho! , thy advice i crave.
Be swift else the drought is save.
C.2017
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