Song of the Hebrew Seer

Oh would that the darkness would cover the face of the land,
Oh would that a cloud would shroud the face of high heaven,
Would blot out the stars, and hush, hush, hush the winds of the west,
That the sons of men might sink into utter rest,
Forgetting the God in whose name their fathers had striven
Might strive no longer and slumber as slumbers the desert sand.
That then, oh, my God, should Thy lightnings flash forth,
That Thy voice, oh, Jehovah, should burst on mine ear
In the thunder that rolls from the east and the north
And thy laugh on the rushing of winds that bear
The myriad, myriad sounds of the sea.