Yea, what is all the riot man can make
In his short life, to thy unceasing roar!
And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to Him
Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far
Above its loftiest mountains?—a light wave,
That breaks, and whispers of its Maker’s might.
J. G. C. Brainard.
Thou, Thou alone, with whom, enthroned on high,
Sits co-essential wisdom, bad’st subside
The valleys, and the mountains, from amidst