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TO WILLIAM PITT
I heard the noises of outrageous seas,And angry breakers leaping on the strand,
And sounds more deep and dreadful still than these,
As rifts and quakings shook the solid land.
Then saw I one majestic front, whose form
Rose like a mountain peak above the storm.
Around his head all lightnings harmless played.
Men looked and felt they could not be dismayed,
So firm he stood. In clarion tones he spoke,—
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And when it broke, the deluge past,
The storm, the ravage, and the shattered throne,
Then in the calmness of our peace at last
He dwells in memory—silent and alone.
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