Seatonian Poems By the Rev. J. M. Neale |
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Anguish, terror, woe and error,Over Zoan's people shed:
Desolation fills the nation,
'Tis a city of the dead;
All is fearful, all is lonely;
Darkness, utter darkness only!
Darkness, ink-like, pitchy darkness,
Darkness making hearts to melt;
Awful darkness, outer darkness,
Darkness such as may be felt.
Nature's self seems past and o'er,
Darkness, darkness evermore.
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