The wind's hush, some murmured;
Try's they may whichever
They rustled homes pondered
Silent nodes, if thunder
Reels thunder, (or lightning)
Cracking spitefully peace;
Some homes clamor t' nothing
But jovial grins th' were leased
Yet, whose face but wind poised
Can tell which answer's right?
Respond, it learned, with noise
For peace, and peace with might.
