I looked into the night and saw
GOD writing with tumultuous flame
Upon the thunder's front of awe, -
As on sonorous brass, - the Law,
Terrific, of HIS judgement name.
Weary of all life's best and worst,
With hands of hate, I - who had pled,
I, who had prayed for death at first
And had not died - now stood and cursed
GOD, yet he would not strike me dead.
Storm
Madison Julius Cawein
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