Poems (Ford)/After the Storm

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AFTER THE STORM.
The storm is past, and gloriously Shines out the setting sun,To give the earth a parting smile Before the day is done; ​And in the calm blue eastern heaven The fleecy clouds drift free,Like pearl-barks with gold-tinted sails Upon a sapphire sea.
As over field and forest fall The day's departing beams,Lighting with gold the waving boughs, And crimsoning the streams,Across the yellow harvest-fields The trees long shadows fling,Like plumes that Evening's hand has plucked From out Night's sable wing.
The haze of twilight gathers round In shadowy silence pale,Shedding a softer beauty o'er The scene it seems to veil,And, one by one, night's starry lamps Swing out in the blue dome—Bright tapers lit by angel hands To guide lost wanderers home.
God's little, feathered worshippers Have sung their vesper hymn,And silence walks with viewless tread 'Mid evening's shadows dim;The soft, light breeze upon its wings Bears heavenly peace and rest,— ​Its whispering tones sweet echoes seem From mansions of the blest.
Lord, with what loveliness Thy hand Has decked this world of ours—Its waving woods, clear, singing streams, And myriad-tinted flowers,Its ever-changing seas and skies, Proclaim Thy boundless love,And faintly picture to our thoughts The glorious world above.
Oh, when the fitful storms that cloud Life's changing sky are past,And the pale twilight shades of death Our evening have o'ercast,O Sun of Justice, Lord of all, May Thy ne'er-fading rayShed o'er the parting spirit's view The light of endless day.
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