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The World's Best Poetry, Volume 08

Part 1 / Book 4 / Act 3 — COMING.

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[April, 1861.]

World, art thou 'ware of a storm? Hark to the ominous sound; How the far-off gales their battle form, And the great sea-swells feel ground!

It comes, the Typhoon of Death— Nearer and nearer it comes! The horizon thunder of cannon-breath And the roar of angry drums!

Hurtle, Terror sublime! Swoop o'er the Land to-day— So the mist of wrong and crime, The breath of our Evil Time Be swept, as by fire, away!

HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL.

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