AFTER THE STORM.
ALL night in the pauses of sleep I heard
The moan of the snow-wind and the sea
Like the wail of Thy sorrowing children, O God,
Who cry unto Thee.
The moan of the snow-wind and the sea
Like the wail of Thy sorrowing children, O God,
Who cry unto Thee.
But in silence and beauty the morning broke
O'erflowing creation the glad light streamed
And earth stood shining and white as the souls
Of the blessed redeemed.
O'erflowing creation the glad light streamed
And earth stood shining and white as the souls
Of the blessed redeemed.
O glorious marvel in darkness wrought!
With smiles of promise the blue sky bent
As if to whisper to all who mourn
Love's hidden intent.
With smiles of promise the blue sky bent
As if to whisper to all who mourn
Love's hidden intent.
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