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murky clouds, fast hurtling round, Bursts the loud thunder's deafening sound; Quick follows each electric flash, Roar after roar, crash after crash! While torrent-like the rain doth pour,— "Who comes in such a fearful hour?" 'Tis poor Old Martha's withered form, Thus braves the fury of the storm. See! with unequal, hurried tread, Uncovered too, that aged head: What can have happen'd? what's amiss? To bring her through a storm like this! Run! Harry, to the door and see, What the poor creature's troubles be! (Thus said the father to the son.) The boy with willing haste hath run,