Poems (Kimball)/After the Storm

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AFTER THE STORM.
ALL night in the pauses of sleep I heard  The moan of the snow-wind and the sea Like the wail of Thy sorrowing children, O God,     Who cry unto Thee.
But in silence and beauty the morning broke  O'erflowing creation the glad light streamed And earth stood shining and white as the souls     Of the blessed redeemed.
O glorious marvel in darkness wrought!  With smiles of promise the blue sky bent As if to whisper to all who mourn     Love's hidden intent.
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