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William Wordsworth - Composed During A Storm
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	One who was suffering tumult in his soul,
	Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer,
	Went forth—his course surrendering to the care
	Of the fierce wind, while mid-day lightnings prowl
	Insidiously, untimely thunders growl;
	While trees, dim-seen, in frenzied numbers, tear
	The lingering remnant of their yellow hair,
	And shivering wolves, surprised with darkness, howl
	As if the sun were not. He raised his eye
	Soul-smitten; for, that instant, did appear
	Large space (`mid dreadful clouds) of purest sky,
	An azure disc—shield of Tranquillity;
	Invisible, unlooked-for, minister
	Of providential goodness ever nigh!
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