RIGHTEOUS WRATH.
HOW splendid is the righteous wrathBorn in a good man’s soul!Ignoble things fly from his path,Loud thunders round him roll,—Yet tenderness and love he hath.Like some gigantic forest fire,His mighty anger sweeps;An eager flame of awful ire,At every wrong it leaps,—Still, lasting peace he doth desire.Then, swift as flies the meteor’s spark,His anger disappears;Born for the hour it met its mark,—He sootheth now love’s fears,While wrong sits trembling in the dark!
HOW splendid is the righteous wrathBorn in a good man’s soul!Ignoble things fly from his path,Loud thunders round him roll,—Yet tenderness and love he hath.Like some gigantic forest fire,His mighty anger sweeps;An eager flame of awful ire,At every wrong it leaps,—Still, lasting peace he doth desire.Then, swift as flies the meteor’s spark,His anger disappears;Born for the hour it met its mark,—He sootheth now love’s fears,While wrong sits trembling in the dark!
HOW splendid is the righteous wrathBorn in a good man’s soul!Ignoble things fly from his path,Loud thunders round him roll,—Yet tenderness and love he hath.
HOW splendid is the righteous wrath
HOW splendid is the righteous wrath
Born in a good man’s soul!
Ignoble things fly from his path,
Loud thunders round him roll,—
Yet tenderness and love he hath.
Like some gigantic forest fire,His mighty anger sweeps;An eager flame of awful ire,At every wrong it leaps,—Still, lasting peace he doth desire.
Like some gigantic forest fire,
His mighty anger sweeps;
An eager flame of awful ire,
At every wrong it leaps,—
Still, lasting peace he doth desire.
Then, swift as flies the meteor’s spark,His anger disappears;Born for the hour it met its mark,—He sootheth now love’s fears,While wrong sits trembling in the dark!
Then, swift as flies the meteor’s spark,
His anger disappears;
Born for the hour it met its mark,—
He sootheth now love’s fears,
While wrong sits trembling in the dark!