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54 On a battle-trumpet's blast I fled hither, fast, fast, fast, 'Mid the darkness upward cast. From the dust of creeds outworn, From the tyrant's banner torn, Gathering round me, onward borne, There was mingled many a cry— Freedom! Hope! Death! Victory! Till they faded thro' the sky; And one sound above, around, One sound beneath, around, above, Was moving; 'twas the soul of love; 'Twas the hope, the prophecy, Which begins and ends in thee.

A rainbow's arch stood on the sea, Which rocked beneath, immoveably; And the triumphant storm did flee, Like a conqueror, swift and proud, Between with many a captive cloud A shapeless, dark and rapid crowd, Each by lightning riven in half: I heard the thunder hoarsely laugh: