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THE WINDS.
The winds are abroad to-day,
Over the hill-tops flying;
Shouting aloud in their stormy play,
Blast unto blast replying;
Bowing the woods 'neath their tyrant sway, the stubborn and strong defying.
Over the hill-tops flying;
Shouting aloud in their stormy play,
Blast unto blast replying;
Bowing the woods 'neath their tyrant sway, the stubborn and strong defying.
They have taken the old oak tree,
Whose gnarled boughs unbending,
Have seen a thousand tempests flee,
And mocked their vain contending,—
They have dashed him to earth in their savage glee, his mighty roots up-rending.
Whose gnarled boughs unbending,
Have seen a thousand tempests flee,
And mocked their vain contending,—
They have dashed him to earth in their savage glee, his mighty roots up-rending.
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And away, and away they fly,
Stern desolation's minions;
They pierce the mists that around them lie,
With keen sky-cleaving pinions;
They scatter the wreathed clouds on high, from the great sun's blue dominions.
Stern desolation's minions;
They pierce the mists that around them lie,
With keen sky-cleaving pinions;
They scatter the wreathed clouds on high, from the great sun's blue dominions.
Aha! old Ocean roars,
As he hears their far-off shrieking,
And his billowy legions forth he pours,
As if to meet their seeking;
While the cavern-echoes from his shores, give back his stormy speaking.
As he hears their far-off shrieking,
And his billowy legions forth he pours,
As if to meet their seeking;
While the cavern-echoes from his shores, give back his stormy speaking.
The winds and the waves have met!
Woe, woe to the bark outlying!
And winds and waves, a mightier yet
To join your-strife is hieing;
Ere yon pale-visaged sun hath set, lo! Death shall claim the dying.
Woe, woe to the bark outlying!
And winds and waves, a mightier yet
To join your-strife is hieing;
Ere yon pale-visaged sun hath set, lo! Death shall claim the dying.
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Rage on, it is yours to-day,
To mock man's weak endeavour;
We shrink before your fierce array,
We yield, but not for ever—
Oh winds aud waves, your vaunted sway, your linked strength shall sever.
To mock man's weak endeavour;
We shrink before your fierce array,
We yield, but not for ever—
Oh winds aud waves, your vaunted sway, your linked strength shall sever.
And thou, oh crowned King,
Who laughest to scorn our weeping,
The fiat of the Eternal word,
Stern watch is o'er thee keeping—
Thou too shalt be a chained thing, no more thine harvests reaping.
Who laughest to scorn our weeping,
The fiat of the Eternal word,
Stern watch is o'er thee keeping—
Thou too shalt be a chained thing, no more thine harvests reaping.
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