THE EARTHQUAKE.
("He looketh on the earth and it trembleth, he
toucheth the hills and they smoke."—Psalm 104:32.)
toucheth the hills and they smoke."—Psalm 104:32.)
O language of matchless grandeur,
Of eloquence truly sublime!
What words more grandly beautiful
Are engraved on the tablets of time,
Than these that come to me sweetly
Like a voice from the quaking sod,
Ascribing all power and dominion
Not to Nature, but Nature's God;
As full to-day of new meaning
As when first the psalmist spoke:
"He looketh on the earth and it trembleth,
He toucheth the hills and they smoke."
Of eloquence truly sublime!
What words more grandly beautiful
Are engraved on the tablets of time,
Than these that come to me sweetly
Like a voice from the quaking sod,
Ascribing all power and dominion
Not to Nature, but Nature's God;
As full to-day of new meaning
As when first the psalmist spoke:
"He looketh on the earth and it trembleth,
He toucheth the hills and they smoke."
The hurricane's fearful ravage,
Leaving death and destruction behind,;
The perils of land and ocean,
With which life's pathway is lined,
Sweep by in their awful terror,
With blighting, withering breath;
But where shall we go for refuge
When the solid earth quakes beneath?
Lo! 'Tis the voice of the psalmist
To each quaking age it spoke:
"He looketh on the earth and it trembleth,
He toucheth the hills and they smoke."
Leaving death and destruction behind,;
The perils of land and ocean,
With which life's pathway is lined,
Sweep by in their awful terror,
With blighting, withering breath;
But where shall we go for refuge
When the solid earth quakes beneath?
Lo! 'Tis the voice of the psalmist
To each quaking age it spoke:
"He looketh on the earth and it trembleth,
He toucheth the hills and they smoke."
'Tis a voice from the burning mountains,
From their streams of melting rock,
Bursting forth from fissured craters,
From their streams of melting rock,
Bursting forth from fissured craters,
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