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Who stands shut out from this!—And let not those Whose homes are bright with sunshine and with love, Put on the insolence of happiness, Glorying in that proud lot!—A lonely hour Is on its way to each, to all; for Death Knows no companionship.

I have look'd on Death In field, and storm, and flood. But never yet Hath aught weigh'd down my spirit to a mood Of sadness, dreaming o'er dark auguries, Like this, our watch by midnight. Fearful things Are gathering round us. Death upon the earth, Omens in Heaven!—The summer-skies put forth No clear bright stars above us, but at times, Catching some comet's fiery hue of wrath, Marshal their clouds to armies, traversing Heaven with the rush of meteor-steeds, the array Of spears and banners, tossing like the pines Of Pyrenean forests, when the storm Doth sweep the mountains.

Aye, last night I too Kept vigil, gazing on the angry heavens;