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JOHN GALT.
Away, away, ye pallid crew
That would the seal of fate unfix;
The vultures hover thick in view
That shall your mangled members mix!
That would the seal of fate unfix;
The vultures hover thick in view
That shall your mangled members mix!
The sun has set no more to rise,
Though through the stormy clouds awhile
His twilight beams may gild the skies
That canopy the blasted isle.
Though through the stormy clouds awhile
His twilight beams may gild the skies
That canopy the blasted isle.
The night of sorrow closes round,—
Stir up the havoc breeding spell;—
Staggering earthquakes reel and bound,
Despair exults, by madness crown'd,—
Hurry, hags! halloo! for hell!
Stir up the havoc breeding spell;—
Staggering earthquakes reel and bound,
Despair exults, by madness crown'd,—
Hurry, hags! halloo! for hell!
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