AFTER THE STORM

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · May 10, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 19.

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AFTER THE STORM.

[M. H., Jr., in New York Observer.]
How, LIKE a giant, rose the mighty waves! With what a fiendish cry came on the wind! How small and frail seemed our poor humankind! Before the elements unloosed! Who braves The deep, will learn why 'tis the spirit craves A help beyond our finite power; will find His boasted strength a broken reed; his mind Washed vacant by the sea. And yet it loves The shore, this ocean rough; its bounds are there; But we, O, glorious thought! can soar above It all, and, taking on our better form, No longer weak, can rise to regions where The force we fear yields up its way to love, And where we're part of Him who rules the storm.