An Appeal to the American Republic
…Burn, like the sunset of a stormy sky When white winds gather, and white horses gleam Upon the ocean, and the meadows steam With haze of thunder, when the crimson eye Dips, and deep darkness falls and lies, and breaks In lightning’s awful flakes, When thunder unto thunder calls and the storm awakes. With maddening hoofs, ye coursers of the sun, Spurn the reverberant air and paw the day, Make east and west indissolubly one, And night fall beaten, for its day is spun, And bid light gird its sword to thigh, display The shield of heaven’s blue, and…