Poem August 20, 1938 Issue

The People Murmured

VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT

Would God that we had died while yet in Egypt,
The people murmured when they weary grew.
There is no food in all this tangled wildness;
We hunger and we thirst. What can God do?

He heard their cry, and fed them with His manna;
And waters had flowed freely when a rod
Smote on the rock of their bewildered thinking
And showed to them the tender care of God.

But still they murmured while their mortal blindness
Hid from their sight the truth that Moses saw.
Alone he climbed the mount of revelation
And brought to them the tables of the law.

And when at last they ceased to weep and murmur,
The promised land unfolded to their sight.
Their father's God had led them ever onward
With pillar of cloud by day, and fire by night.

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