And headlong flung into the raging sea!

 Hurricane.

I am the breath that fills the organ pipes

When through the vast cathedral of the world

Death's stormy threnody sweeps, wave on wave,

The symboled note that one day will be blown

By a great angel standing in the sun,

At which the heaven and earth shall pass away!

 Fire.

I am the letters of that fateful word

Writ with a flaming sword above the gates

Of Eden when God spelled the doom of man;

I am the wrath that on the judgment day

Shall waste the seas, and wither up the stars,

And roll the heavens together like a scroll!

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 God.

I am the earthquake, hurricane and fire!

Through them I speak with man as through the stars,

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