Earth's yawning caves their depths reveal;

The forests groan,—the heavy gale

Shrieks out Creation's funeral wail.

Hark! that loud tremendous roar!

Ocean overleaps the shore,

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Pouring all his giant waves

O'er the fated land of graves;

Where his white-robed spirit glides,

Death the advancing billow rides,

And the mighty conqueror smiles

In triumph o'er the sinking isles.

Hollow murmurs fill the air,

Thunders roll and lightnings glare;

Shrieks of woe and fearful cries,

Mingled sounds of horror rise;

Dire confusion, frantic grief,

Agony that mocks relief,

Like a tempest heaves the crowd,

While in accents fierce and loud,

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