In This Weather, In This Windy Storm






In this weather, in this windy storm,
 I would never have sent the children out;
 They were carried outside -
 I could say nothing about it!
 
 In this weather, in this roaring storm,
 I would never have let the children out.
 I was afraid they had falllen ill,
 but these thoughts are now idle.
 
 In this weather, in this cruel storm,
 I would never have let the children out;
 I was worried they would die the next day -
 but this is now no concern.
 
 In this weather, in this cruel storm,
 I would never have sent the children out;
 They were carried outside -
 I could say nothing about it!
 
 In this weather, in this roaring, cruel storm,
 they rest as they did in their mother's house:
 they are frightened by no storm,
 and are covered by the hand of God.

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