Two Sentinels 4) 
Like an avalanche in winter, 
Like the winds when ripe for rapine. 
Louder, deeper, came the uproar, 
Surging, leaping, came the cloud hosts ; 
Tremble now, presumptuous forests, 
Winds and clouds combine against you. 
Pitying stars have hid their faces. 
Night with sinister intention 
Ne'er was darker, never denser. 
Woe, oh woe to you, proud forests, 
Day shall dawn upon your ruin. 
Ah, what sound is that of rending. 
Crushing, crashing, splintering timber ? 
Hear the groans of breaking spruce trunks, 
Hear the moans of straining fibres. 
Hear the roar of falling boulders 
Bounding down the endless ledges. 
All of Passaconway's bulwarks 
Seem to break before the storming. 
Now the scene of battle varies — 
Turning on the flank of Paugus, 
All the hosts of wind and vapor 
Crush their way across the hemlocks, 
