Perceval Gibbon,
A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse
(1907)
“ The voice of all the world and all the sky Poured through the tempest-trumpet, and, between The drum of sullen strength and passion's shrill, Riding above the thunder and the wind, There comes at last the still small voice of God. ”
Perceval Gibbon,
A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse
(1907)
“ As though God spied upon one; and all things— Trespassing sunbeams, spiders, swarming motes, The profile of a woman at her prayers, The tang that rules the sermon, one's own thoughts— Go bowed below a dread significance. ”
