Poems (Baldwyn)/The Watcher's Prayer
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THE WATCHER'S PRAYER.
Hush, gentle winds,
Sweep not so wildly,
Thou hast burst from imprison'd skies;
A strong hand hast sent thee forth
From the dark, the stormy north,
And the lov'd one sleeps not; wilt thou arise?
Sweep not so wildly,
Thou hast burst from imprison'd skies;
A strong hand hast sent thee forth
From the dark, the stormy north,
And the lov'd one sleeps not; wilt thou arise?
Low, low it breathes,—
Voice of the spirit world,
Host thou whisper the lov'd away?
How deep is thy lowest tone,
Thou wakest my loved one;
Hush, hush till the breaking day.
Voice of the spirit world,
Host thou whisper the lov'd away?
How deep is thy lowest tone,
Thou wakest my loved one;
Hush, hush till the breaking day.
Loudly it thunders—
The wild wind's voice!
Thou God of the tempest, oh hear!
He sleeps,—oh, thy power
Reigns o'er this dark hour,
And the faithless no more shall fear.
The wild wind's voice!
Thou God of the tempest, oh hear!
He sleeps,—oh, thy power
Reigns o'er this dark hour,
And the faithless no more shall fear.