Classic Poem

The rapier lightnings flashed
Their dirks of fire;
The thunders rumbled — — crashed!
A wild storm-choir.

" God, I am sore afraid
Before Thy skies;
Sheathe Thou Thy furious blade
Ere courage dies. "

Love spake in every form
Beneath the blue:
" My child, I made the storm
For love of you. "