Poems (Angier)/After the Storm

by Annie Lanman Angier

For works with similar titles, see After the Storm.

AFTER THE STORM.

All day from out the leaden sky
 Has leaped and danced the rain;
All day in the fields have swayed and bowed
 The stalks of the golden grain.

All day the timid, trembling doves
 'Neath roofs have a shelter found;
All day the orchard trees have strewn
 With their leaves and fruit the ground.

All day, on the foaming, crested waves,
 Fierce winds have proud barks driven,
Now muttering deep of the last, last sleep,
 Now murmuring soft of heaven.

But a rift in the clouds and the sun peeps through,
The upturned eye sees a patch of blue;
That voice which once could the tempest calm,
Now breathes on the air song, beauty, and balm.

The birds upspring on Hope's swift wing,
While the glad heart joins in their carolling;
So lovely and fair to the gaze is the view,
The words seem just spoken, "I make all things new."

Yon gallant ship, with her sails washed white,
Like a conqueror rides as she gleams on our sight,
So the soul, I think, with a faith sublime,
May triumph and smile o'er the tempests of time.