Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THE HOUR OF STORM.
The hour of Storm hath passed away,
And how sweet an hour succeeds,
Ah! oft the Storm through storm and wrath
To light and gladness leads.
And how sweet an hour succeeds,
Ah! oft the Storm through storm and wrath
To light and gladness leads.
Now now comes forth the Sun in all
The greatness of his power,
And never looks he lovelier than
In his fair relenting hour!
The greatness of his power,
And never looks he lovelier than
In his fair relenting hour!
Oh! never prouder doth he look
Than when he cometh forth
From out the darkness of the gloom,
And the glad World owns his worth!
Than when he cometh forth
From out the darkness of the gloom,
And the glad World owns his worth!
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The fields and groves laugh out and sing
To his glory and his praise,
And wear like jewels dazzlingly
The splendour of his rays!
To his glory and his praise,
And wear like jewels dazzlingly
The splendour of his rays!
How he breathes away the breadths of gloom
From the valleys and the hills,
From the old Mountain-Vineyard-Ground's repose,
And the sparkling rain-swoln rills.
From the valleys and the hills,
From the old Mountain-Vineyard-Ground's repose,
And the sparkling rain-swoln rills.
Creation's varying countenance
Now brightly changed appears,
And one universal smile spreads fair
Where showered unnumbered tears.
Now brightly changed appears,
And one universal smile spreads fair
Where showered unnumbered tears.
And those very tears are turned into
The smile's most dazzling lights!
Myriads of raindrops glass the Sun
Like Stars in cloudless nights!
The smile's most dazzling lights!
Myriads of raindrops glass the Sun
Like Stars in cloudless nights!
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Even so Grief's stormy hours and stern,
The troubled hours of life,
May lead unto the loveliest hours,
Spared from all dreams of strife!
The troubled hours of life,
May lead unto the loveliest hours,
Spared from all dreams of strife!
And the tears we shed in bitterness
May a Heavenly wealth become—
Making the Soul one splendour then,
In the lands beyond the tomb!
May a Heavenly wealth become—
Making the Soul one splendour then,
In the lands beyond the tomb!
All that appears most darksome now—
May then most brightly shine—
For different from all light on Earth
Shall blaze the Light Divine!
May then most brightly shine—
For different from all light on Earth
Shall blaze the Light Divine!
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