 | John Clare: The Midsummer Cushion |  |
THE MUSIC OF THE STORM
All nature owns in glory
The Lord & power of all
With everlasting story
& never ceasing call
The great “I am” emblazoned
Is seen of every eye
On natures humblest blossom
On thunders grandest sky
The Lord & power of all
With everlasting story
& never ceasing call
The great “I am” emblazoned
Is seen of every eye
On natures humblest blossom
On thunders grandest sky
Man nature all upbraids him
Who stands in terror bye
She lauds the God that made him
Her sounds are “glorify”
Hark how the tempest sounding
Wings music through the air
& clouds like whales are bounding
To own his presence there
Who stands in terror bye
She lauds the God that made him
Her sounds are “glorify”
Hark how the tempest sounding
Wings music through the air
& clouds like whales are bounding
To own his presence there
The sun whose splendid glory
Shamed darkness into flight
& told morns noble story
From whence he borrowed light
& now in gloomy splendours
God bids the tempests lour
How meekly he surrenders
To a superior power
Shamed darkness into flight
& told morns noble story
From whence he borrowed light
& now in gloomy splendours
God bids the tempests lour
How meekly he surrenders
To a superior power
All natures shining splendour
Withdraws her light awhile
Right willing to surrender
Her light till God shall smile
The earth the sky the ocean
Sun moon & stars & all
Pay natures grand devotion
& own their makers call
Withdraws her light awhile
Right willing to surrender
Her light till God shall smile
The earth the sky the ocean
Sun moon & stars & all
Pay natures grand devotion
& own their makers call
The woods are like a[n] ocean
All moving at his breath
Praise spreads the wild commotion
Around above beneath
The mighty oak is bending
In worship to his power
& in submission blending
Soft trembles every flower
All moving at his breath
Praise spreads the wild commotion
Around above beneath
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In worship to his power
& in submission blending
Soft trembles every flower
Morns sky in dappled livery
A sea of happy isles
Heard thunders noble reverie
& now no longer smiles
The sky has lost its glory
The clouds their hues resign
& storms in splendid story
Owns god is all divine
A sea of happy isles
Heard thunders noble reverie
& now no longer smiles
The sky has lost its glory
The clouds their hues resign
& storms in splendid story
Owns god is all divine
Hark how the tempest groaning
Extolls his majesty
& echo gladly owning
In worship makes reply
More proud & yet more proudly
The tempest dares along
More loud & yet more loudly
The thunder wakes his song
Extolls his majesty
& echo gladly owning
In worship makes reply
More proud & yet more proudly
The tempest dares along
More loud & yet more loudly
The thunder wakes his song
A song of mighty praises
To him who reigns alone
Whose power all nature raises
In unison as one
The mountains burning crater
The valleys crowded sod
The forrests leafy nature
Are all the voice of God
To him who reigns alone
Whose power all nature raises
In unison as one
The mountains burning crater
The valleys crowded sod
The forrests leafy nature
Are all the voice of God
Man hears & heedeth nothing
Man sees & turns aside
His thoughts such interests loathing
Are bound to scorn & pride
All else of Gods adornings
Great small & weak & strong
Attend to natures warnings
& thousands greet her song
Man sees & turns aside
His thoughts such interests loathing
Are bound to scorn & pride
All else of Gods adornings
Great small & weak & strong
Attend to natures warnings
& thousands greet her song
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