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THE THUNDER-STORM.
Deep, fiery clouds o'ercast the sky,
Dead stillness reigns in air,
There is not e'en a breeze, on high
The gossamer to bear.
Dead stillness reigns in air,
There is not e'en a breeze, on high
The gossamer to bear.
The woods are hush'd, the waves at rest,
The lake is dark and still,
Reflecting on its shadowy breast
Each form of rock and hill.
The lake is dark and still,
Reflecting on its shadowy breast
Each form of rock and hill.
The lime-leaf waves not in the grove,
The rose-tree in the bower;
The birds have ceased their songs of love,
Awed by the threatening hour.
The rose-tree in the bower;
The birds have ceased their songs of love,
Awed by the threatening hour.
'Tis noon;—yet nature's calm profound
Seems as at midnight deep;
But hark! what peal of awful sound
Breaks on creation's sleep?
Seems as at midnight deep;
But hark! what peal of awful sound
Breaks on creation's sleep?
The thunder bursts!—its rolling might
Seems the firm hills to shake;
And in terrific splendour bright,
The gather'd lightnings break.
Seems the firm hills to shake;
And in terrific splendour bright,
The gather'd lightnings break.
Yet fear not, shrink not thou, my child!
Though by the bolt's descent
Were the tall cliffs in ruins piled,
And the wide forests rent.
Though by the bolt's descent
Were the tall cliffs in ruins piled,
And the wide forests rent.
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Doth not thy God behold thee still,
With all-surveying eye?
Doth not his power all nature fill,
Around, beneath, on high?
With all-surveying eye?
Doth not his power all nature fill,
Around, beneath, on high?
Know, hadst thou eagle-pinions free,
To track the realms of air,
Thou could'st not reach a spot where He
Would not be with thee there!
To track the realms of air,
Thou could'st not reach a spot where He
Would not be with thee there!
In the wide city's peopled towers,
On the vast ocean's plains,
'Midst the deep woodland's loneliest bowers,
Alike the Almighty reigns!
On the vast ocean's plains,
'Midst the deep woodland's loneliest bowers,
Alike the Almighty reigns!
Then fear not, though the angry sky
A thousand darts should cast;
Why should we tremble, e'en to die,
And be with Him at last?
A thousand darts should cast;
Why should we tremble, e'en to die,
And be with Him at last?
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