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So all the fury of the storm and wave
Abated, and the struggling ship was safe,
Speak thou again that word divine, until
The world shall hear, and war shall cease to be!
O, may the day-spring from on High appear,
When this foul monster shall be chained in Hell,
When man, freed from its tyranny, shall be
The blessed of the Lord, in harmony
With every race which under heaven dwell,
And all his life be like a golden year!
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Sordino from the fated city fled,
When he beheld destruction’s hand engaged
In Vandalism on the house of God;
It seemed to him an awful chastening-rod,
Because of sin which heaven had enraged,
For which the blood of thousands now was shed.
When he perceived resistance was in vain,
The city’s doom declared in blood and fire,
He left it under cover of the night,
With thousand others. Pausing in his flight
He saw the flames from the cathedral spire
Leap ’gainst the angry clouds of storm and rain.
He first sought safety at his country-seat,
A villa rich in orchard and in field,