A cloud possessed the hollow field,
The gathering battle's smoky shield:
Athwart the gloom the lightning flashed,
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O LIFTED face of mute appeal!
Poor tongueless pantomime of prayer!
O sullen sea, whose deeps conceal
The children of despair!
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I HEAR the throbbing music down the lanes of Afric rain:
The Afric spring is breaking, down in Senegal again.
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