Hunger

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Hunger

Father, I cry to thee for bread

With hungred longing, eager prayer;

Thou hear’st, and givest me instead

More hunger and a half-despair.

O Lord, how long? My days decline,

My youth is lapped in memories old;

I need not bread alone, but wine⁠—

See, cup and hand to thee I hold!

And yet thou givest: thanks, O Lord,

That still my heart with hunger faints!

The day will come when at thy board

I sit, forgetting all my plaints.

If rain must come and winds must blow,

And I pore long o’er dim-seen chart,

Yet, Lord, let not the hunger go,

And keep the faintness at my heart.