SCENE AFTER A HURRICANE.
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Full many a fabric man hath reared,
One awful moment levelled low,
When, to perform his will prepared,
God bade the angry wind to blow.
One awful moment levelled low,
When, to perform his will prepared,
God bade the angry wind to blow.
It swept through nature's wide domain,
The forest's pride was prostrate cast;
The growth of ages strewed the plain,
Loud groaning in the ruthless blast.
The forest's pride was prostrate cast;
The growth of ages strewed the plain,
Loud groaning in the ruthless blast.
But who can count the human souls
That perished in that fearful gale?
When the last trumpet shakes the poles,
It—it alone—shall tell the tale.
That perished in that fearful gale?
When the last trumpet shakes the poles,
It—it alone—shall tell the tale.
When God's almighty power appeared
In tempests bursting o'er his head,
The "still, small voice" Elijah heard,
As to his cave he trembling fled.
In tempests bursting o'er his head,
The "still, small voice" Elijah heard,
As to his cave he trembling fled.
And shall not we, by mercy spared,
While judgment thus has stalked abroad,
While judgment thus has stalked abroad,
