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XV.
SONG CONTINUED.
Horror, horror gathers round,
Clouds the scene are veiling fast;
Darkness, dismal and profound,
Hath her robe around them cast.
Clouds the scene are veiling fast;
Darkness, dismal and profound,
Hath her robe around them cast.
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Hid the canopy—no eye
Now may pierce the gloominess,
Nor one blessed ray descry,—
All is black and fathomless.
Now may pierce the gloominess,
Nor one blessed ray descry,—
All is black and fathomless.
Sun, and moon, and stars, have faded,
Showers of ashes ceaseless fall,
Central night hath day pervaded,
Nature dead beneath her pall.
Showers of ashes ceaseless fall,
Central night hath day pervaded,
Nature dead beneath her pall.
Then the flame sulphureous, guiding,
Lure we on the wilder'd one,
Till his heedless footstep sliding
His last race on earth is run.
Lure we on the wilder'd one,
Till his heedless footstep sliding
His last race on earth is run.
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