Saturn look up though wherefore poor old King I have no comfort for thee no not one I cannot say O wherefore sleepest thou For heaven is parted from thee and the earth Knows thee not thus afflicted for a God And ocean too with all its solemn noise Has from thy sceptre pass'd and all the air Is emptied of thine hoary majesty Thy thunder conscious of the new command Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house And thy sharp lightning in unpractis'd hands Scorches and burns our once serene domain, detailed, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature
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