 | The Lay of the Stork |  |
“For the dread cannon's voice of fate,
Quelling the earth, rending the sky;
For blazing towns and shrieks of hate;
And the spent hero's rallying cry;
For plains, thick strewn—yet desolate—
Where mangled forms, like sandheaps, lie—
These to exchange, as in a dream,
—A dream of terrors first, that cease
Quelling the earth, rending the sky;
For blazing towns and shrieks of hate;
And the spent hero's rallying cry;
For plains, thick strewn—yet desolate—
Where mangled forms, like sandheaps, lie—
These to exchange, as in a dream,
—A dream of terrors first, that cease
| The Lay of the Stork | |