XXXIX.
No—no—it cannot be. He shows his power,
And who can hinder him? He takes away
Man’s glory and his pride in one short hour,
And, when he chooses, hides each cheering ray
Of earthly joy, that o’er his path did play.
But while his hand thus smites, his heart is love;
He sends the cloudy, wintry, stormy day,
To make us pause awhile, and look above,
And by adversity, the suff’rer’s heart to prove.