Poetry: Christ In The Tempest

Storm on theheaving waters! - The vast s'ty la looping with its thundor. Cloud on cloud. Itolls heavily thedarkness, likc a shroud, Bhakcn by midnight's Angel from on high. Through the ihick sen mist, fainily and arnr, Chorazin's wntch-üaht glimmre likca star. And niomently the gliastly cloud-firesplny On tho dnrk eea-wall of Cnpernaum's bny, And towcr and tnrrot into light spring forth LikO epectres starting from tho storm -swept earth: And vatt and awl'ul, Tabor's mciuntain forni, It Titan forehend nnked to the storm, Towcrs for one instant, full and clenr, and then BUnda vrith the blackncss and the cloud ngain.And it in vcry terrible! - The ronr Asccndeth unto henven, and thunders bnek, Like tho respons? of doinons from tho blnck Itifw of tho haneing tempest - ynwning o'er The wild waveain their torment. Hark!- the cry Ot' tho strong mnn in peril, piercing ihrough Th upronr of the waters and tlie sky, At the rent bark one moment rides to view. On the tal! hillows, wiih the thundor-cloud Cloaing around her, üke n shruud! llr. ttood upon the reelins deck - TJis form Mado viaible by the lightning, ond His brow Pale, and uncovcred to the rushingstorm, Told of triumph mnn moy never know - Power underived and mighty - " Teaci: - bk stili. I " The gr?at waveahcard Hini, end the etonn'n loud tone Went moaning intoilïnce at his will ; And the thick clouds. where yet the liglitning slior.o. And slept the latent thunder, rolled awny, tJntil notrace of tenpet luckcd bfthind, Changing, npon the pinions of the wind, To stormlcsi wonderere, benutiful ind gny.Drot'i Ruler of ihe tempcBi! Thou beforö Whoae prccnce boweih the upritéri storm - To whom tho waros do honingn round thfishore Of inany nn Mand F.mpirc! - if the form Of the frail dost benoath Tliino cyr, may claim Thy infinito regard - oh, brootlie upon Tha storm and Harkness of mnn'a soul, thcsnme Quiot, and peikco, and humblcness whicli cnmc O'er the roused wator, whero Thy yoieg hnd gone A miriíter of power- to conqurr in thy name!