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Poetry
Sister Mary David
This is a fearful night.The cloud-wrack scudsHundreds of feet above us, on a blastThat shrieks of war.Wind rips at mighty oaksAnd threatens roof-tops cowering at their feet.Men feel its fingers in their very soulsAnd barricade the entrance, lest the dogWithin, half-tamed, leap up at sound of roaring