The Delaware register, or, Farmers', manufacturers' & mechanics' advocate. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1828-1829, 1829-07-25
4 STORM or THUNDER aND kIGHTNINrG.

a STORM OF THUNDER and LIGHTNING.
HIGH on the east the great Ben Lomond rears
His lofty head, and hides it in the clouds
These of attracted by his tow ring height,
Stop short their airy fight, and form a veil
Which dark and thick descends. condensng STILL
Part slowly sails along, and swelling shrouds
The neighb'r ring hlls-tbe glens how dark between!
The winds are ushd-tbe birds expecant pause!
The OK with wistful gaze eyes the deep gloom
Nor voice of man is heard nor pipe nor horn;
But silent expectation reigns and boding feari
Sudden athwart the gloom the lightning's glance
As quick reflected by the placid lake,
With lucid air darts bright! Anon sublime
In awful majesty the thunder rolls;
Onward it rolls, and louder roars
In bursting peals successive heard afar,
Re-echod oft by rocks and caverns deep
From all the neighb'ring hills-till circng round
Still gaining force, again it bursts peal
That stuns the Rocks dash'd rocks are heard
Rafting around. The stoutest heart appalled,
With wild dismay, dare eye The gloom:
Deep seam'd with frequent streaks of moving fire,
Darling in rapid CLEANS from cloud TO cloud!
The clouds seen in widest umults d:
And nova mighty fash with fearful glare
Wide opens half the sky The heavy rain
Pouring in streams, resistless rushes down,
Ploughs the red mould and bears it to the main!
Nature convuls'd, the everlasting hills
Appear to totter, and the total wreck
Of all terrestrial objects seems at hand! DR.. Crire
-~sSs--
came to the place of my birth and said the friends
of my yotth where they 2? and echo answered, chere
are they q"
Long years had elapsed since gaz'd on the scene
Which my fancy still rob d in its freshness of green,
The spot where a school-boy all thoughess, srayd
BY the bank of the stream in the gloom of the shade.
thought of the friends who had roamd with me there
When the sky so blue, and the flowers fair;
ALI scatterd-all sunderd, by mountain and wave,
And some in the cold silent womb of the grave!
thought of the green banks that circled around,
With wild flowers, with sweet brar, and egantne crond
thought of the river, all stirless and bright
Is the face of the sky a mild summers night.
And thought of the under which we had stray'd:
Of the broad leafy boughs with their GOODNESS of shade;
And hop'd, though disfgur'd some token to find,
Of the names and the carvings, impressed the rnd
Ill eager hasten'd the scene to behold
Rendered sacred and dear by the feelings of old
Ind l deem'd that unaler'd my eye should explore
fhs refuge, this haunt, this ysium of yore!
Twas dream-not token or trace could view
IF the that lov'd of the trees that knew:
ike the shadows of night at the dawning of day
ike tale that is told they had VANISHED away!
md thought the lone river that murmur'd along
Vas more dull in its music, sad in its song
ince the birds that had nested and warbled above
lad all fed from its banks at the fall of the grove!
paused-and the moral home to my heart;
ehold how OF earth all the gories depart!
ur visions are baseless; our hope but CLEAN;
ur staff but a reed; our life but a dream.
hen, OH let US look--let our prospects allure
o scenes that can fade not to realms that endure:
o gories to blessings that triumph sublime,
Per the blghtngs of change, and the runs of tneg
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THE EVENING HOUR