"And after the wind"

I Thank Thee, Lord, in this gentler hourThat the strength of the storm is gone,That daylight waits at the windowpaneAnd the clouds are hued with dawn.

Yet why should I look for outward signsOr fear when the storm enshrouds,Since Thou art my light in deepest night,My dawn beyond the clouds?

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