Throbbed with the angry pulse of Deity!
I felt I could amid the hurly laugh,
And, laughing, do such deeds as fireside fools
Turn pale to think on.
The heavens did speak like brothers to my soul,
And not a peal that leapt along the vault
But had an echo in my heart. Nor spoke
The clouds alone; for o'er the tempest's din
I heard the genius of my country shriek
Amid the ruins, calling on her son,—