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IV.
GOD'S SCORN

Beautiful scorn of God! as gently poured
Upon the sinner as a summer dew,
Yet having power to penetrate him through
With swift incision of a two-edged sword;—
Thou sweet and subtle terror of the Lord,
Having a woman's face, and just as tender
In the end to every soured and frail offender
As is a maiden in her mute award
Of final free forgiveness to her lover,—
As beautiful as are her tearful eyes
When lashes and the red lids gently rise
Peace and her vanished anger to discover,—
We dread thee not, for, storms and shadows over,
Comes summer, and the blue caress of skies.
1871.