Images of the original pages are available through Internet Archive. See https://archive.org/details/guardiansofcolu00willrich I hold above a careless land The menace of the skies; Within the hollow of my hand The sleeping tempest lies. Mine are the promise of the morn, The triumph of the day; And parting sunset's beams forlorn Upon my heights delay. --Edward Sydney Tylee…
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