Oh! now to be alone, on some grand height, Where heavenโs black curtains shadow all the sight, And watch the swollen clouds their bosom clash, While fleet and far the living lightnings flash... And see the fiery arrows fall and rise, In dizzy chase along the rattling skies,โ How stirs the spirit while the echoes roll, And God, in thunder, rocks from pole to pole!
Robert MontgomeryA thunder-storm!โthe eloquence of heaven, When every cloud is from its slumber riven, Who hath not paused beneath its hollow groan, And felt Omnipotence around him thrown? With what a gloom the ushโring scene appears! The leaves all shivโring with instinctive fears, The waters curling with a fellow dread, A veiling fervour round creation spread, And, last, the heavy rainโs reluctant shower, With big drops pattโring on the tree and bower, While wizard shapes the bowing sky deform,โ All mark the coming of the thunder-storm!
Robert MontgomerySay, care-worn man, Whom Duty chains within the city walls, Amid the toiling crowd, how grateful plays The fresh wind oยer thy sickly brow, when free To tread the springy turf,โ to hear the trees Communing with the gales,โto catch the voice Of waters, gushing from their rocky womb, And singing as they wander... Spring-hours will come again, and feelings rise With dewy freshness oยer thy witherยd heart.
Robert MontgomeryA universal beauty clothes the world, And one heart seems to beat for all mankind!
Robert Montgomery