Of elemental war. “The Lord was not”
Amid the rushing armies of the storm,
Its fierceness was the shadow of his frown,
Deep-veiled, yet dark, and terribly sublime;
And, as upon its far retiring verge,
The glorious rainbow brightened, ’twas a dim
And faint reflection of His mercy’s smile!
Again the spirit of a fearful change
Came stealing o’er the blue and tranquil heaven —
A hollow, rushing murmur filled the air,