valley from the Great Sea, or on occasion springing with sudden pas- 

 sion out of the Jordan Valley over the Nazareth cliffs toward the far 

 and fair blue waters. Could Jesus forget them? On many a solemn 

 night, alone but not lonely, he had sat with chin upon his hands and 

 listened to his hill winds 

 blow. The winds and he 

 made them! Think of that, 

 my heart. H is winds now 

 thine. And when the sea 

 was whipped with tempests 

 by the lashings of the winds 

 the wild and boisterous 

 waves disturbed him not 

 only in dreams, he thought 

 he heard the heavenly bu- 

 gles blow, and wakened 

 from his happy sleep when 

 the scared disciples wailed 

 above the wind's wild 

 "goings," "Carest thou not 

 if we perish?" Then he 

 awoke and spake lovingly 

 to the winds (no harshness 

 in his voice nor threat upon 

 his face) saying only, "Keep 

 still for a little while, your 

 fury frightens them, keep 

 still. Peace, be still," and 

 the winds threw their brazen 

 trumpets in the sea and 

 were still. He loved the 

 winds; and all their sobbing 

 lutes and viols and 'cellos THUNDERHEAD 



were dear to him. 



How I have rejoiced in God's winds! Under Niagara, when the 

 winds have blown fury blasts, and on the mountains, when the snows 

 had loosened their garments at the throat for freer wrestling and where 

 down some long canon winds swept like vernal freshets, and up among 

 melancholy pines, where every pine was as a chief musician, like Asaph 



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