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TO —— ——.


Like the river’s current rapid; Like the lightning’s flash intense;Was the rushing, fiery torrent Of thy fervid eloquence.
And the multitude that listened To each breathing, burning word,Like the ocean by the tempest, To its quiet depths was stirred.
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