  Because my lightnings are so striking, You think that I can’t thunder too! You’re wrong, for I’ve a special liking For thunder, as I’ll prove to you. This will be seen with awful clearness When the right moment is at hand; You’ll hear my voice in startling nearness,— The word of thunder and command. The raging storm will surely shiver Full many an oak upon that day; Each palace to its base shall quiver, And many a steeple proud give way. |
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