The Storm
By Evelyn Fjelsted
Dark skies seem strangely ominous
Old trees bend in the wooded glen,
Rain drenched winds descend. – Then calm,
And soon the sun comes out again.
And so it is with life at times,
The way obscured, we can but wait;
The winter of our fear sweeps on,
Again we see our course laid straight.
(1946)
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