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...OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE STORY OF AUGUSTUS WHO WOULD NOT HAVE ANY SOUP by HEINRICH HOFFMANN SOLDIER: TWENTIETH CENTURY by ISAAC ROSENBERG EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 3 by LUCY AIKEN CHARLES EDWARD AT VERSAILLES ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF CULLODEN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |