TREMBLE, thou earth, at the Presence of the Lord Whose Will conceived thee and brought thee to the birth, Always, everywhere, thy Lord to be adored: Tremble, thou earth. Wilt thou laugh time away in music and mirth? Time hath days of pestilence, hath days of a sword, Hath days of hunger and thirst in desolate dearth. Till eternity wake up the multichord Thrilled harp of heaven, and breathe full its organ's girth For joy of heaven and infinite reward, Tremble, thou earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |