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...TO A DOG'S MEMORY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE BRITISH CHURCH by GEORGE HERBERT PREJUDICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ROUTE MARCH by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY PENITENTIAL PSALM: 130. DE PROFUNDIS by THOMAS WYATT HAWTHORNE by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT QUATRAIN: HERRICK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE OPTIMIST AND THE PESSIMIST; A DIALOGUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE LAST CRUSADER by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |