Stowe notes, letters and verses . r. VERMONT IIS world, and again is lapped and lost in darkness. Thehead of the great thunder-cloud, pushing to the veryapex of the heavens and encompassing the dim stars oneby one, is a vast cone, its broken ridge silvered by theimprisoned moonbeams. Northward, paler than the dwindling moonshinebehind the church spire, seeming to mock its form witha ghostly challenge, spear after spear darts up amongthe stars. What a silent play of seraph swords! Risingand falling so swiftly, so mysteriously, now in far-reaching and isolated rays, now in a widening horizontalw
Stowe notes, letters and verses . r. VERMONT IIS world, and again is lapped and lost in darkness. Thehead of the great thunder-cloud, pushing to the veryapex of the heavens and encompassing the dim stars oneby one, is a vast cone, its broken ridge silvered by theimprisoned moonbeams. Northward, paler than the dwindling moonshinebehind the church spire, seeming to mock its form witha ghostly challenge, spear after spear darts up amongthe stars. What a silent play of seraph swords! Risingand falling so swiftly, so mysteriously, now in far-reaching and isolated rays, now in a widening horizontalwave, the northern lights dispute the night with thestorm. The lightning flashes bright along the spire—for an instant reconstructs the scene. The columns ofthe church gleam white before me; above the glisteningsteeple the sky is blue, full of white clouds. The treesstand green; the road, the hills, the houses, for one briefand brilliant moment are released from the black thral-dom of the night. Following slowly on the flashes, ade
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