Herbert Price - Drought lyrics

Lo! all the land is dry and parched with heat, And all the hills are white with withered gra** That hath no touch of greenness; and, alas! See how the lately waving fields of wheat Droop wearily towards a sure defeat Before the scorching winds that hourly pa** Over the arid earth; how like a gla**, The hot flats shimmer underneath the heat, More strenuous as the stifling weeks increase, Of quenchless and unmitigable rays, That make a terror of the rainless days; And the clear vault of fire, that will not cease To heap with d**h the long and dusty ways, And burn out life from all the leafless trees.