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Flee to the mountains
The morn is breaking see the rising sunHas on your windows cast his burning light
Arise the day is with you onward run
Lest soon you wander lost in murky night
I will be with you 'tis your day of flight
Hasten the hour is near you cannot fly
Leave all for he who stops can never fight
The foe that shall assail him from on high
They come the plagues that none can flee
Behold the wrath of God is on you poured
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And you shall fear no fear in me restored
They cannot pause oh hasten while you may
For soon shall close around thy little day.
Poem No. 528; fall 1838–summer 1839
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