The Storm

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The Storm

Behold the sky is overcast,

With a terrific gloom;

The doleful night is hastening fast,

And brings impending doom.

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The atmosphere’s in tumults hurl’d,

And from the frowning north,

The storm upon the watery world,

In fury marches forth.

-o-

The bosum of the mighty deep,

Is swell’d, and day departs;

As bursting from a silent sleep,

Gigantic horror starts.

-o-

Its darkening waves with fearful force,

The angry ocean lifts;

The billows overflow their course,

And sweep the lofty clifts.

-o-

On high the shivering vessels rocks,

Upon the ambitious wave;

The seaman’s art and skill it mocks,

And threats a watery grave.

-o-

The lightenings dart: with awful glare,

Fast fly the vivid flakes;

The thunder rends the boundless air,

And Heaven’s high vault it shakes.

-o-

While toss’d upon the deep abyss,

The hapless seamen give

The mournful signal of distress,

But none can give them relieve.

-o-

They can no where for shelter hide,

To shun the ruthless foe;

Danger looks big on every side,

They fear increase of woe.

-o-

All gracious Heaven, in mercy deign,

Their hapless state to view!

Thou can’st the raging winds restrain,

And calm the ocean too.

-o-

Danger her direful yell repeats,

Thy pity now they crave:

Oh! let them know the power that threats

Is still as strong to save.

-o-

To stormy winds thou giv’st decree,

Thy judgements to fulfil:

As heralds of thy majesty,

They all obey thy will.

 

Mary M Colling, 1831

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