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THE ANGEL OF THE STORM.
The Angel rose—and from her wing
Shook tempest o'er the heaving tide:
I mark'd the sea convulsive fling
Its stormy billows wild and wide;
Complaining all the weary day,
Till came the stars, with peace and rest;
Then calmness, like a blessing, lay,
With heaven's own image, on its breast!
Shook tempest o'er the heaving tide:
I mark'd the sea convulsive fling
Its stormy billows wild and wide;
Complaining all the weary day,
Till came the stars, with peace and rest;
Then calmness, like a blessing, lay,
With heaven's own image, on its breast!
Oh! thus, amidst the clouds of care,
When tempests o'er our pathway roll—
When doubts and fears, like billows, tear
And 'whelm the sad and sinking soul—
As sets the sun of life, may light,
Calm in the faith of ages, shine!
And may our spirit, in thy sight,
Reflect, O God, thy grace divine!
When tempests o'er our pathway roll—
When doubts and fears, like billows, tear
And 'whelm the sad and sinking soul—
As sets the sun of life, may light,
Calm in the faith of ages, shine!
And may our spirit, in thy sight,
Reflect, O God, thy grace divine!
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