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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117546" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Storm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tempest mounts the sky! with hurrying sweep,<br>Driving across the heavens, cloud on cloud,<br>Which ever and anon the lightnings steep<br>In a red glare of flame, as they were proud<br>To make more visible the gloomy shroud,<br>That wraps the thunders:—Now its might is nigh!<br>And faster peal and flame alternate crowd,<br>And the loosed winds sweep onward fearfully,<br>Outpouring on the earth the fountains of the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T is terrible—yet most sublimely grand!<br>Magnificently awful! how the heart<br>Shrinks from all earthly splendour, as we stand,<br>And view the pomp of the proud storm—I start,<br>As the fork'd flames their glance of brightness dart,<br>Yet scarce in terror, for the tempest's might,<br>Yields of its own sublimity a part,<br>To the wrapt thoughts, and urges up their flight,<br>With free and eagle wing, above their wonted height.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet soon to stoop again—the green earth lies<br>Spread out before me, and the heart will yield<br>To the sweet sympathy of human ties,<br>And downward bend from the excursive field<br>Of reverie, where it had been upheld<br>With a strong writhe of thought, to blend again<br>With human sorrows—woes that might be heal'd,<br>If man would be no more the scourge of man,<br>And loose his brother's limbs from slavery's crushing chain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet even now, amid the heavy clouds<br>That long have wrapt the Afric's sky in gloom,<br>Ten-fold more deep than that which darkly shrouds<br>The face of nature, there at length hath come<br>The breaking in of light, which shall illume<br>With a strong glow, ere long, its whole expanse,<br>And, shining on destroy'd oppression's tomb,<br>O'er all the earth its holy light advance,<br>Brilliant and clear and wide as the first sunbeam's glance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q>
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