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The Mountain
Thou shalt the mountain move; be strong in me,And I will pluck it from its rocky base,
And cast it headlong in the rolling sea,
And men shall seek but shall not find its place;
Be strong; thou shalt throw down the numerous host,
That rises now against thee o'er the earth;
Against thy Father's arm they shall not boast,
In sorrow shall grow dark their day of mirth;
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Gather ye nations on the opposing hill!
I will your wisest councils now confound,
And all your ranks with death and slaughter fill;
I come for judgment, and for victory now,
Bow down ye nations! at my footstool bow!
Poem No. 694; c. January 1839
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