[Written for the Sentinel]

Stilling of the Tempest

Bright blue sky and clear-blown day,All our fear has gone away;Sing on in thy cheering voice,Bid thou all the world rejoice!

Do you hear the north winds shriek;Do you heed the stanchions' creak;Do you see the lightning's flash;Do you note the thunder's crash?

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