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ON A THUNDERSTORM (PRESERVED BY HIS SCHOOLMASTER) by WALTER SCOTT

Poet Analysis

First Line: LOUD O'ER MY HEAD THOUGH AWFUL THUNDERS ROLL
Last Line: AND HARDEN'D SINNERS THY JUST VENGEANCE FEAR.
Subject(s): FAITH; STORMS; BELIEF; CREED;
LOUD o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet 'tis thy voice, my God, that bids them fly,
Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky.
Then let the good thy mighty name revere,
And harden'd sinners thy just vengeance fear.



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