Is only sorrow and tears and blight.

[Pg 21]

I am the mighty, who has the power,

Till yet a mightier shall appear.

In deepest pit, on the highest tower,

My chilling spirit is ever near:

Those plagues of night

And of desolation,

Whose breath of blight

May annul a nation,

They slay the victims, which I select,

Whom shield and armor can not protect.

[Pg 22]

I wrap the wing round the polar tempest

And calm the waves ere they reach the strand.

I crush the schemes of dynastic conquest,

And wrench the club from the tyrant's hand.

I eras chase,

Like the hour just passing;

And race on race,

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