| There Came a Wind Like a Bugle |
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| There cam a Wind like a Bugle — |
| It quivered through the Grass |
| And a Green Chill upon the Heat |
| So ominous did pass |
| They barred the Window and the Doors |
| As from an Emerald Ghost — |
| The Doom’s electric Moccasin |
| The very instant passed — |
| On a strange Mob of panting Trees |
| And Fences fled away |
| And Rivers where the Houses ran |
| That living looked that Day — |
| The Bell within the steeple wild |
| The flying tidings whirled — |
| How much can come and much can go |
| And yet abide the World! |
