SONG O wert thou in the storm
1
O wert thou in the storm,
How I would shield thee:
To keep thee dry and warm,
A camp I would build thee.
2
Though the clouds pour'd again,
Not a drop should harm thee;
The music of wind, and rain,
Rather should charm thee.
3
O wert thou in the storm,
A shed I would build thee;
To keep thee dry and warm,—
How I would shield thee.—
4
The rain should not wet thee,
Nor thunder clap harm thee.
By thy side I would sit me,—
To comfort, and warm thee.
5
I would sit by thy side love,
While the dread storm was over;—
And the wings of an angel,
My charmer would cover.
July 25th 1844
