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.