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VISION OF THE HEROES OF POLAND.
Hill and mountain prone subside,
Yawns the earth in chasms wide,
Riven in twain are tree and rock,
Stop the torrents with the shock.

This is the Great Tempest's might;
As yet it sleeps in deepest night,
But the earth shall reel and quake
When its lingering terrors wake.

And when that storm itself hath tired,
And that darkness hath expired,
Dawning comes a brighter day,
A more lovely blooming May.

And then again on orient height,
Mid clouds that blush with morning's light.
Girt with lambent flames is seen
That Shape of high imperial mien.

O'er him the sun its orb is raising,
Round him a holy splendour blazing,
And plays a smile his features o'er,
So mild they never look'd before.

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