All through the night the storm has raged,
	On through the dreary day,
Till sky and earth and angry sea,
	Where chilling, cold and gray.

Out in the east no sun had shone,
	And billows rough and wild,
White capped as far as eye could see,
	Upon the sands were piled.

But when the sunset hour had come,
	The western sky grew bright,
And in between the bank of clouds,
	The sun gave forth its light.

On land and angry ocean wide,
	It cast a crimson glow,
And in the east where clouds hung dark,
	There dawned a brilliant bow.

His promise there on high it hung,
	Between the sky and sea,
That we our faith must ever keep,
	Tho winds and storms there be.

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
March 1930

Copyright Roy Richard