Poems (Botta)/To - -

by Anne Lynch Botta

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TO —— ——.

Like the river’s current rapid;
 Like the lightning’s flash intense;
Was the rushing, fiery torrent
 Of thy fervid eloquence.

And the multitude that listened
 To each breathing, burning word,
Like the ocean by the tempest,
 To its quiet depths was stirred.