[April, 1861]
world, art thou ’ware of a storm?
    Hark to the ominous sound;
How the far-off gales their battle form,
    And the great sea-swells feel ground!

It comes, the Typhoon of Death—
    Nearer and nearer it comes!
The horizon thunder of cannon-breath
    And the roar of angry drums!

Hurtle, Terror sublime!...