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FROM LIGHTNING AND TEMPEST
FROM LIGHTNING AND TEMPEST.
The spring-wind pass'd through the forest, and whispered low in the leaves,
And the cedar toss'd her head, and the oak stood firm in his pride;
The spring-wind pass'd through the town, through the house-tops, casements, and eaves,
And whisper'd low in the hearts of the men, and the men replied,
Singing—“Let us rejoice in the light
Of our glory, and beauty, and might;
Let us follow our own devices, and foster our own desires.
As firm as our oaks in our pride, as our cedars fair in our sight,
We stand like the trees of the forest that brave the frosts and the fires.”
And the cedar toss'd her head, and the oak stood firm in his pride;
The spring-wind pass'd through the town, through the house-tops, casements, and eaves,
And whisper'd low in the hearts of the men, and the men replied,
Singing—“Let us rejoice in the light
Of our glory, and beauty, and might;
Let us follow our own devices, and foster our own desires.
As firm as our oaks in our pride, as our cedars fair in our sight,
We stand like the trees of the forest that brave the frosts and the fires.”
The storm went forth to the forest, the plague went forth to the town,
And the men fell down to the plague, as the trees fell down to the gale;
And the men fell down to the plague, as the trees fell down to the gale;
