After the Storms

AFTER THE STORMS Lo, in the East once more the risen sun Bathes the wide landscape in a golden light; In calm and richness is this day begun, And ends the storm and tumult of the night. The lightnings cleft the dark in lurid streams, And thunders echoed from the wind-swept cloud, The troubled night was like a night of dreams When life with death is wrapped within a shroud. Yes, dread that storm which swept the darkened skies, That filled the night with sounds of driven rain, And still remembrance in my being lies, To voice a heart-storm — lost love's stress and pain: Now lifts the sun, the night's wild tumults cease; Unto my soul there comes this hour of peace. ALFRED LAMBOURNE