THE DELUGE.

BY MISS SUSANNAH STRICKLAND.

VISIONS of the years gone by

Flash upon my mental eye;

Ages Time no longer numbers,

Forms that share Oblivion's slumbers,

Creatures of that elder world

Now in dust and darkness hurled,

Crushed beneath the heavy rod,

Of a long-forsaken God!

Hark! what Spirit moves the crowd?
Like the voice of waters loud,

Through the open city gate,

Urged by wonder, fear, or hate,
Onward rolls the mighty tide-
Spreads the tumult far and wide;