|Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The Worlds Best Poetry.|
Volume VIII. National Spirit. 1904.
|Henry Howard Brownell (18201872)|
WORLD, art thou ware of a storm?
| Hark to the ominous sound;|
|How the far-off gales their battle form,|
| And the great sea-swells feel ground!|
|It comes, the Typhoon of Death|| 5|
| Nearer and nearer it comes!|
|The horizon thunder of cannon-breath|
| And the roar of angry drums!|
|Hurtle, Terror sublime!|
| Swoop oer the Land to-day|| 10|
|So the mist of wrong and crime,|
|The breath of our Evil Time|
| Be swept, as by fire, away!|