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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115031" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Storm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come let us sing how when the Judge Supreme<br>Mounts the black tempest, arm'd with pointed flame,<br>What clust'ring horrors form his awful train:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Columns of smoke obscure the crystal skies,<br>The whirlwind howls, the livid lightning flies,<br>The bursting thunder sounds from shore to shore,<br>Earth trembles at the loud prolonged roar:<br>Down on the mountain forests rush the hail,<br>Th' aspiring pines fall headlong in the vale;<br>The riv'lets, swell'd with deluges of rain,<br>Rise o'er their banks and overflow the plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Th'affrighted peasant ope's his humble door,<br>While from his roof the clatt'ring torrents pour,<br>He sees his barns all red with conflagration,<br>His flocks borne off by sudden inundation;<br>His teeming fields, robb'd of their wavy pride,<br>By cat'rects tumbling down the mountain's side.<br>The shock suspends his pow'rs, he stands distrest,<br>To see his toil of years at once revers'd.<br>His tender mate, of philosophic foul,<br>Reproves his grief, and thus her accents roll:<br>'Exert thy fortitude, for grief is vain,<br>'Our bread by labour we can yet obtain:<br>'If riches were the test of virtue, then<br>'Pale Poverty were infamy to men;<br>'But since we find the virtuous often dwells<br>'In public odium, or in lonely cells,<br>'While those whose crimes blot Nature's aspect o'er,<br>'Who burn whole towns, and quench the flames in gore;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'In Pleasure's lap supine their moments spend,<br>'Yet wish annihilation when they end;<br>'The laws of retribution then require,<br>'Our joys begin with death---when their's expire;<br>'Reason allows no scepticism here,<br>'The good must hope, the bad have much to fear:<br>'And take a retrospect of thy past years,<br>'What placid scenes on every hand appears!<br>'To call the tears of black Remorse no crime,<br>'Can now suffuse thy cheek or cloud thy mind.<br>'Grieve not that Fate, with elemental strife<br>'Has torn away our hopes of mortal joys;<br>'To put our virtues but in exercise<br>'Are the misfortunes that arise in life.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rustic heard his sorrows all away,<br>Sweet Peace broke on him with a bright'ning ray;<br>Calmness and Hope their empire repossest,<br>Amidst the storm he feels serenely blest;<br>Amidst the wreck of all his earthly store<br>He feels more grateful than he did before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ann+Eliza+Bleecker">Ann Eliza Bleecker</a> from <i>The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker</i><div class=q>
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