FROM town and village to a wood, stript bare, As they of their possessions, see them throng, Above them grows a cloud; it moves along, As flee they from the circling wolf pack's glare. Is it their Broken-Shadow of despair, The looming of their life of cruel wrong For countless ages? No; their faith is strong In their Jehovah; that huge cloud is prayer. A flash of light, and black the despot lies, What thunder round the world! 'Tis transport's strain Proclaiming loud: "No righteous prayer is vain. No God-imploring tears are lost; they rise Into a cloud, and in the sky remain, Till they draw lightning from Jehovah's eyes." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE [EXCELLENT] BALLADE OF CHARITIE by THOMAS CHATTERTON THE MAID'S LAMENT; ELIZABETHAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. BENJAMIN PANTIER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONNET: BARBERRIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE RIVER AND THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) OCTOBER by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER SILVIO'S COMPLAINT: A SONG, TO A FINE SCOTCH TUNE by APHRA BEHN |