[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?

These are but the mortal dream;
They are naught, though much they seem
To the unenlightened sense,
Knowing not omnipotence.

God is All, and All is good,
And His guardian angels brood
Close to you and close to me
When in seeming jeopardy.

Lift up now the downcast eye,
Realize Love's presence nigh;
Hear the voice so small and still,
Guiding us through every ill.

Bright blue sky and clear-blown day,
See, the tempest dies away!
Now the song divine is sung
In the universal tongue.

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