Poems.
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Again the thunder rolled on high,
Again the lightning gleamed;
And o'er the wild and fearful scene,
A fitful radiance streamed.
Again the lightning gleamed;
And o'er the wild and fearful scene,
A fitful radiance streamed.
She wandered far along the shore,
Still calling on her son;
Ask of the waves if they can tell,
Where is her cherished one?
Still calling on her son;
Ask of the waves if they can tell,
Where is her cherished one?
Deep, deep within the ocean cave,
Now rests his little head;
Unbroken will his slumber be,
'Till the waves give up their dead.
Now rests his little head;
Unbroken will his slumber be,
'Till the waves give up their dead.
CHRIST ON THE WATERS.
There 's storm upon the mighty deep,
There 's thunder in the sky;
The winds rage on with reckless sweep,
Dark clouds are passing by.
Fast flies the lightning o'er the breast
Of nature's wide domain;
The frightful waves uprear their crest,
Lashing their "foamy mane."
There 's thunder in the sky;
The winds rage on with reckless sweep,
Dark clouds are passing by.
Fast flies the lightning o'er the breast
Of nature's wide domain;
The frightful waves uprear their crest,
Lashing their "foamy mane."
