Dust Has Settled on the World

Dust has settled on the world;
The flag's no more unfurled;
Ant mounds have died, spiders curled;
Into earth the world is hurled.

Soon noon lumes with no memory of the rhune;
The sky unclear, forbearance is here -
No cloud to shroud the orb from which I've Cow'ed -
Why do I not cry alarms aloud?

I know that God is faithful -
He will not leave us wraithful,
Though now the fruit be untasteful,
That fruit yet was not wasteful.

O, Lord! Come and dust this earth,
And clean it of its ash.
Show us, Lord, its true worth,
And bestow on us a sash.