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THE NESTS AT WASHINGTON.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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THE NESTS AT WASHINGTON.

Before the White House portals,
The careless eyes behold
Three iron bombs uplifted,
Adusk in summer gold.
In dreamy mood I wander'd
At Sabbath sunset there,
While the wide city's murmur
Hummed vaguely everywhere:
“Black seeds of desolation,”
I said, “by War's red hand
Sown in the fierce sirocco
Over the wasted Land!
“Unholy with the holy,
What do ye here to-day,
Symbols of awful battle,
In Sabbath's peaceful ray?”

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Angel of Dust and Darkness!
I heard thy woeful breath,
With noise of all earth's battles,
Answer: “Let there be Death!”
I thought of many a midnight,
Where sprang terrific light
Over wide woods and marshes;
Fierce fire-flies lit the night.
I saw beleaguer'd bastions
Leap up in red dismay,
Wide rivers all transfigured
Awake in dreadful day.
Asleep in peaceful sunshine
Glimmer'd the warlike things:
Into their hollow horror
Flew tenderest summer wings!
Deep in the awful chambers
Of the gigantic Death,
The wrens their nests had builded
And dwelt with loving breath.

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Angel of Resurrection!
Over all buried strife
I heard thy bird-song whisper,
Sweetly, “Let there be Life!”
Washington, D. C., June, 1862.