In sullen gusts the north-wind flays the brooding plain
And sweeps the green hills of the sea,
The while swift silver regiments of rain
Encamp around the day and me;
Deep in my heart
Gaunt shadows start,
And fear and sorrow charge with bayonets of pain.
Hark! through the tear-sprent wilderness of storm and grief
Sounds an exquisite melody;
A Voice breathes. "Peace, be still!" from reef to reef
And echoes through the day and me;
Breathes, "Peace, be still!"
O'er sea and hill,
And lo! on Spirit-wings descends divine relief.
Now sleeps the weary wind; with gold the clouds are shod;
Gulls, foam-white, fleck the flashing sea;
Sunshine and calm-eyed daisies clothe the sod;
And Love engulfs the day and me;
In paths of Light,
Uplifted, white.
Like Enoch, through the vast of Soul, I walk with God.
