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Show THE MOURNER , TAR has the world's wide canvas for vX its screen; With brushes wet with hues of lurid red It adds abundant horrors to a scene Crowded with foul destruction, and the dead. Keen life is quenched, and eager vigor slain; Against that horror I would veil my sight, But vainly might I hide me from the pain I heard a woman sobbing in the night! There was no sound of soft, relieving rain Within the storm that muttered through those sobs; But like a dry, harsh, blasting hurricane That gives earth nothing, but its beauty robs, So' seemed her passion, and the war's vast scene Strangely eclipsed, seemed blotted from my sight; I only visloned, where its crowds had been, A tearless woman, sobbing In the night! The world in anguish mourns its manhood slain; And all the agonies that war has wrought Deep Jn its heart have sent their stabs of pain; Joy falls to wreck and force o'er-masters thought; The large hopes die that nobly seemed to rise, While clouds of lust and murder hide the light, Always there stands before my heart and eyes, A tearless woman sobbing in the night! |