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The Thunder Storm.

See! the black cloud rises high—
Now it spreads along the sky—
Look! the quivering lightnings fly—
Hark! the thunders roar—
Yet I will not shrink with fear
When the thunder crash I hear:
Soon the rainbow will appear,
And the storm be o'er.
In the summer's sultry day,
When hot winds around us play,
We should sink, the fever's prey,
And revive no more:
But the dark clouds fill the skies,
And the vivid lightning flies;
Then the cooling winds arise,
And our danger 's o'er.

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He who rules the Summer hour,
Cherishing the little flower,
He directs the lightning's power,
And the thunder's roar.
Then I will not feel alarm—
He can shield me from all harm;
In the sunshine or the storm
God I will adore.