The hurricane a theosophical and western eclogue. To which is subjoined, a solitary effusion in a summer's evening. By William Gilbert |
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Fresh from the roaring of the darksome wind,
Peace for a moment, draw thy mantle round,
Hushing disordered Nature; while rapid
Humanity and Love disperse their beams,
To light the houseless exile to my home,
Before the Hurricane confirm his waste.
Brothers in Vengeance! For one moment's pause
I yield you Nature till the golden morn,
And claim from none, to stay your shivering hand!
Peace for a moment, draw thy mantle round,
Hushing disordered Nature; while rapid
Humanity and Love disperse their beams,
To light the houseless exile to my home,
Before the Hurricane confirm his waste.
Brothers in Vengeance! For one moment's pause
I yield you Nature till the golden morn,
And claim from none, to stay your shivering hand!
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