After The Storm
John L. Stoddard
The duel of the warring clouds Hath ended with the day; Their scintillant, electric blades Have ceased their fearful play; The pent up fury of their hate Hath found at last release, And o’er the tempest-stricken earth Broods now the hush of peace. The passing of the hurricane Hath swept the sultry skies; The clearness of the atmosphere Brings jubilant surprise; The mountain peaks are glorified With freshly-fallen snow, And, stealing o’er their coronets, Appears the sunset glow. An hour since, a torrid heat Oppressed the languid frame; The wind was as the khamseen’s breath, The solar touch seemed flame; But now the air rejuvenates, The breeze refreshment brings, The lustrous leaves drop diamonds, The lark with rapture sings. Fear not, dear heart! life’s darkest storms Shall likewise end in light; Behind the blackest thundercloud The sun shines clear and bright; Once more celestial heights shall wear Their sheen of spotless snow, And on the bravely steadfast soul
The smile of God shall glow.
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From Poems | 1913
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