THE Winds of God are blowing, His tides are surging in, A song triumphal, holy, Above the battle's din — When love shall reign and brutal power No longer blight and slay, For the Winds of God are blowing. His tides roll in to-day! O Earth, with strife and anguish rent, The Winds of God are out, And all the hosts of tyranny Shall yet be put to rout! A nobler age is coming on When hate and greed and crime Shall pass, as passed the loathly broods Of primal swamp and slime; When fairest forms the earth shall grace, High aims the heart shall swell, And the lilies of heaven bloom where now Are the poison growths of hell! By Life and Death, we will not swerve Till earth's great years begin! For the Winds of God are blowing, His tides are surging in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN AT SUNSET TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BLUE-BUTTERFLY DAY by ROBERT FROST THE NINETEENTH OF APRIL, 1861 by LUCY LARCOM THE BATTLE OF NASEBY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY BEAUTY ROHTRAUT by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT by ALFRED TENNYSON |