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THE WINDS. |
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Ah! who shall inform me—who knoweth the
road To the land where that brother hath found an
abode ?
Ye spirits of glory! ye angels of light! Have ye heard of him yet in your world-wide flight ?
0 yes, ye have met in the heavenly throng That brother whose absence has grieved us so long!
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THE WINDS.
Whence dost thou come, thou boisterous wind ? And where to-day has thine errand been ? What message of love, or of fearful wrath, Hast thou borne to the trav'ler in thy path ?
1 ask'd, and the hoarse wind, murmuring, sigh'd, Grew soft as a zephyr, and thus replied:—
" I came from the south, where a gallant band Have planted, upon the aggressor's land, Their proud eagle standard: I bade it wave As it loves to float in the " land of the brave!" But a sadder errand was mine to yield, A balm to the faint on the battle-field; And, alas! as I swept o'er the mass of slain Which darken'd that trampled and gory plain, I could have thunder'd, in deafening peals That would echo far from those hostile fields, |
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