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THE STORM - A HARVEST MEMORY by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER

First Line: THE SPECIALITIES OF THAT DARK HOUR OF GRIEF
Last Line: AND SHALL THY LOVING KINDNESS HAVE LESS POWER?
Subject(s): HARVEST; STORMS;
The specialities of that dark hour of grief
On my retentive heart have prest their seal;
Yes! I remember even the spider's wheel,
Which stretched and lightened on the gusty leaf
Of that wild August morn! The blasts were driven
Across the new-mown fields, fitful and brief,
And tossed the tresses of the barley-sheaf,
And rode the streaming willow into Heaven:
The features of the tempest, all and each,
I still recall, and shall thy ruthful gaze
Not be remembered? nor those winning ways
Which brought my soul within thy pity's reach?
I keep the natural impress of the hour,
And shall thy loving kindness have less power?



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