On Shasta's brow the thunder sleeps;
But, with the lightning's blazing rod
That burns o'er Lassen's fiery steeps,
A voice comes from the mountain deeps:
'Be still and know that I am God'!
O'er Yuba's plain the North wind raves,
And withers herb and blackens sod;
But, in the wild lake's roaring waves,
Is heard as from a thousand caves:
'Be still and know that I am God'!