The Storm God: A Poem

THE STORM GOD- (For the Improvement Era.) There cometh with lowering brow, Out from the gates of the west, The awful god of storms Filled with a great unrest. When he roars his stern commands, The echo shakes the hills; When he hurls his javelins of fire, Man's heart with terror thrills. Beneath his ' 'Juggernaut car, ' The forest kings bow down, He lays in waste the fields, He leaves in ruin the town. He laughs at the might of men, And scorns their puny power, And the patient work of years, He levels in an hour. He drive th his steeds — the winds, O'er mountain, valley and sea, Then turns to his home in the skies, And earth from his reign is free. Salt Lake City, Utah. Maud Baggarley.