The Storm (mp3)
by David Warin Solomons
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A lovely piece of Victoriana by Roland Rogers to words by Adelaide Procter - the boy prays for his father at sea during a storm; finally the storm calms down and all is well and we see the boy playing happily on the beach.
sung by the dwsChorale

The tempest rages wild and high, 
The waves lift up their voice and cry 
Fierce answers to the angry sky, - 
Miserere Domine. [Have mercy, o Lord] 

Through the black night and driving rain, 
A ship is struggling, all in vain 
To live upon the stormy main; - 
Miserere Domine. 

The thunders roar, the lightnings glare, 
Vain is it now to strive or dare; 
A cry goes up of great despair, - 
Miserere Domine. 

The stormy voices of the main, 
The moaning wind, the pelting rain 
Beat on the nursery window pane: - 
Miserere Domine. 

Warm curtained was the little bed, 
Soft pillowed was the little head; 
"The storm will wake the child," they said: 
Miserere Domine. 

Cowering among his pillows white 
He prays, his blue eyes dim with fright, 
"Father save those at sea to-night!" 
Miserere Domine. 

The morning shone all clear and gay, 
On a ship at anchor in the bay, 
And on a little child at play, - 
Gloria tibi Domine! [Glory to Thee o Lord