| "Then a darker, drearier vision |
| Passed before me vague and cloudlike; |
| I beheld our nation scattered, |
| All forgetful of my council, |
| Weakened, warring with each other: |
| Saw the remnant of our people |
| Sweeping westward, wild and woful, |
| Like the cloud rack of a tempest, |
| Like the withered leaves of Autumn!" |