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The day was wild with wind and rain, / One grey wrapped sky and sea and shore, / It seemed our marsh would never again / Wear the rich robes that once it wore.
The scattered farms looked sad and chill, / Their sheltering trees writhed all awry, / And waves of mist broke on the hill / Where once the great sea thundered by.
Then God remembered this His land, / This little land that is our own, / He caught the rain up in His hand, / He hid the winds behind His throne, / He soothed the fretful waves to rest, / He called the clouds to come away, / And, by blue pathways, to the west, / They went, like children tired of play.
And then God bade our marsh put on / Its holy vestment of fine gold; / From marge to marge the glory shone / On lichened farm and fence and fold; / In the gold sky that walled the west, / In each transfigured stone and tree, / The glory of God was manifest, / Plain for a little child to see!