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Theodore Parker (1810–1860)

IN darkest days and nights of storm,

Men knew thee but to fear thy form;

And in the reddest lightning saw

Thine arm avenge insulted law.

In brighter days, we read thy love

In flowers beneath, in stars above;

And in the track of every storm

Behold thy beauty’s rainbow form;

And in the reddest lightning’s path

We see no vestiges of wrath,

But always wisdom,—perfect love

From flowers beneath to stars above.

See, from on high sweet influence rains

On palace, cottage, mountains, plains;

No hour of wrath shall mortals fear,

For their Almighty Love is here.