Nature's Wrath and Beauty
The Word has brought forth thee;
And gave thee names
Gave thee, the enchanting beauty of ages,
Maturing sun that gave you hope
And the dying stars that lid up the skies.
Thee tend to thy flocks and rub olive oil to thy little lamps.
Ope thy heart to the untended flocks
But, lo and behold;
They came and corrupted thy youth
Beauty loss by the hands of man
Trembled and feared were they that deceived thee,
Thy wrath was the sound of thunder
Undone were they, for they have test thy patience
Lost and forgotten, ye that came found serenity among thy children.