The poetical works of Robert Stephen Hawker Edited from the original manuscripts and annotated copies together with a prefatory notice and bibliography by Alfred Wallis |
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“IS NATURE COME TO THIS?” |
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“IS NATURE COME TO THIS?”
There was a man who died with rage—they said
It was a fearful sight—his spirit fled
In hate and cursing, and no tears were shed
By those around.
It was a fearful sight—his spirit fled
In hate and cursing, and no tears were shed
By those around.
The oaths came rolling forth
Like fire from a volcano—and they forced
Their way with difficulty through the throat,
Which seemed with very hellishness to burst,
Till with one inward-breathed and deep-drawn note,
He howled his last.
Like fire from a volcano—and they forced
Their way with difficulty through the throat,
Which seemed with very hellishness to burst,
Till with one inward-breathed and deep-drawn note,
He howled his last.
And when he sank to earth,
All turned away—they could not bear to look
Upon the dreadful page of nature's book
Which lay before them—wherein hearts might read
In words of fire, how many a loathsome deed
Of strange, unholy darkness must have been
Before the world could bring forth so much sin!
All turned away—they could not bear to look
Upon the dreadful page of nature's book
Which lay before them—wherein hearts might read
In words of fire, how many a loathsome deed
Of strange, unholy darkness must have been
Before the world could bring forth so much sin!
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