BY E. CLEMENTINE STEDMAN.
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Unclouded the sun from his glittering throne
Looked radiantly down where the tempest had gone!
For in darkness it came with the tokens of wrath,
But fled at the dawn on its ice-covered path.
And straight in the sunbeams the forest displayed
A host in the armor of battle arrayed;
There the “helmet of brass,” and the shield glistened clear,
And the bright flashing steel of the sword and the spear.