Poems (Rumell)/The storm

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THE STORM
Oh the wonderful majesty of clouds in storm!They roll and charge, as tho some secret formIs known and fixed by a loftier hand,To give blessings thro strife, to our fair land!
So it is with us, as beneath our burden of life,We find our highest selves, working thro strife.That same awe I feel, at the clouds in storm,I feel watching a soul take mightier form!
As we reach and strive for the loftier things,We find the struggle and strife, a storm always brings.But the soul's peace and joy, that we feel take formIs the promise of the rainbow, after the storm!

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