Thomas Cole's poetry the collected poems of America's foremost painter of the Hudson River School reflecting his feelings for nature and the romantic spirit of the Nineteenth Century |
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[98. How awful was the voice that came to Job]
How awful was the voice that came to JobIn the still night—that said “shall mortal man
Be more just than his God”—In robe mysterious
The spirit form was wrapp'd—Solemn, and slow
The words broke forth—and deep as is the roar
Of some vast, distant cataract, whose sound
Shakes the dark woods, the rocks, the hills around
And rises, sinks and thunders on the shore—
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