A Storm at Night
The gas-lights flicker in the rain,
The wind comes roaring down the street,
And wrestling with the storm amain,
The door-yard trees, like souls in pain,
Our human sympathies entreat.
The sky is black with warring clouds
And all his thunders mutter low,
While here and there, like fiery brands
From the Almighty's open hands,
The leaping lightnings go.
'Mid such an awful storm at night,
While all creation groans around,
All earth and time sink out of sight!
As thought on thought, in solemn flight,
Goes yearning up the dim profound.
How hushed are all our passions now!
Ambition's fever dies away,
Strength takes the helmet from her brow,
And sitting in the ashes low,
Pride blushes over yesterday.
The soul looks through the vague expanse,
And stirs her chain, and tries her wings,
And often with a fleeting glance,
Beholds her high inheritance,
Among the everlasting things.
Rave! rave ye winds o'er sea and land!
Our pulses to your music throb;
Through Nature's temple, vast and grand,
Peal on! and make us understand,
The awful immanence of God.
The gas-lights flicker in the rain,
The wind comes roaring down the street,
And wrestling with the storm amain,
The door-yard trees, like souls in pain,
Our human sympathies entreat.
The sky is black with warring clouds
And all his thunders mutter low,
While here and there, like fiery brands
From the Almighty's open hands,
The leaping lightnings go.
'Mid such an awful storm at night,
While all creation groans around,
All earth and time sink out of sight!
As thought on thought, in solemn flight,
Goes yearning up the dim profound.
How hushed are all our passions now!
Ambition's fever dies away,
Strength takes the helmet from her brow,
And sitting in the ashes low,
Pride blushes over yesterday.
The soul looks through the vague expanse,
And stirs her chain, and tries her wings,
And often with a fleeting glance,
Beholds her high inheritance,
Among the everlasting things.
Rave! rave ye winds o'er sea and land!
Our pulses to your music throb;
Through Nature's temple, vast and grand,
Peal on! and make us understand,
The awful immanence of God.
The wind comes roaring down the street,
And wrestling with the storm amain,
The door-yard trees, like souls in pain,
Our human sympathies entreat.
The sky is black with warring clouds
And all his thunders mutter low,
While here and there, like fiery brands
From the Almighty's open hands,
The leaping lightnings go.
'Mid such an awful storm at night,
While all creation groans around,
All earth and time sink out of sight!
As thought on thought, in solemn flight,
Goes yearning up the dim profound.
How hushed are all our passions now!
Ambition's fever dies away,
Strength takes the helmet from her brow,
And sitting in the ashes low,
Pride blushes over yesterday.
The soul looks through the vague expanse,
And stirs her chain, and tries her wings,
And often with a fleeting glance,
Beholds her high inheritance,
Among the everlasting things.
Rave! rave ye winds o'er sea and land!
Our pulses to your music throb;
Through Nature's temple, vast and grand,
Peal on! and make us understand,
The awful immanence of God.
The gas-lights flicker in the rain,
The wind comes roaring down the street,
And wrestling with the storm amain,
The door-yard trees, like souls in pain,
Our human sympathies entreat.
The sky is black with warring clouds
And all his thunders mutter low,
While here and there, like fiery brands
From the Almighty's open hands,
The leaping lightnings go.
'Mid such an awful storm at night,
While all creation groans around,
All earth and time sink out of sight!
As thought on thought, in solemn flight,
Goes yearning up the dim profound.
How hushed are all our passions now!
Ambition's fever dies away,
Strength takes the helmet from her brow,
And sitting in the ashes low,
Pride blushes over yesterday.
The soul looks through the vague expanse,
And stirs her chain, and tries her wings,
And often with a fleeting glance,
Beholds her high inheritance,
Among the everlasting things.
Rave! rave ye winds o'er sea and land!
Our pulses to your music throb;
Through Nature's temple, vast and grand,
Peal on! and make us understand,
The awful immanence of God.
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