Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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ON A MOST IMPRESSIVE SUNSET. |
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ON A MOST IMPRESSIVE SUNSET.
O God! methinks 't might be the eve of DoomTo this sin-hardened Earth; that to it, there,
Thy Angel of Destruction and Despair
Held the great torch, yon sun, to make its room
In space a vacancy. The mountains fume
And catch the penal fire; their summits bare,
Glow as red-hot, and region-embers flare,
Would in an instant cities vast consume!
'Tis but a brief “Memento Mori” to
This Earth, but on a scale commensurate.
But, lo! it changes; seeming, to my view,
Like some large solemn eye there to dilate,
And o'er the World's edge look, as it foreknew
The doom to come, and did compassionate.
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