4596772Poems — Habakkuk iii. 6.Lucretia Maria Davidson
HABAKKUK III. 6.
When Cushan was mourning in solitude drear,When the curtains of Midian trembled with fear,On the wings of salvation thy chariot did fly:Thou didst stride the wide whirlwind and come from on high.
Earth shook, and before thee the mountains did bow:The voice of the deep thundered loud from below;Thy arrows glanced bright as they shot through the air,And far gleamed the light of thy glittering spear;The bright orb of day paused in wonder on high,And the lamp of the night stood still in the sky.
