The tempests wild that yet shall break
In whirlwinds of God’s wrath.
The Night of Death.
Twas a night of dreadful horror,—
Death was sweeping through the land;
And the wings of dark destruction
Were outstretched from strand to strand.
Strong men’s hearts grew faint with terror,
As the tempest and the waves
Wrecked their homes and swept them downward,