1 Let coward guilt, with pallid fear,
To shelt'ring caverns fly;
And justly dread the vengeful fate,
Which thunders through the sky:
2 Protected by that hand, whose law
The threat'ning storms obey,
Intrepid virtue smiles secure,
As in the blaze of day.
3 In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom,
The lightning's horrid glare,
It views the same all-gracious pow'r
Which breathes the vernal air.
4 Through nature's ever-varying scene.
By diff'rent ways pursu'd,
The one eternal end of heav'n
Is universal good.
5 When, though creation's vast expanse,
The last dread thunders roll,
Untune the concord of the spheres,
And shake the guilty soul:
6 Unmov'd may we the final storm
Of jarring worlds survey,
That ushers in the tranquil morn
Of an eternal day.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Let coward guilt, with pallid fear |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Divine Providence and Government; In a thunder-storm |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |