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John Gardiner Calkins Brainard (1795 – 1828)

Short-lived American lawyer, editor and poet.
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I saw two clouds at morning,
Tinged with the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on,
And mingled into one.
I thought that morning cloud was blest,
It moved so sweetly to the West.
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Death has shaken out the sands of thy glass.
At the piping of all hands,
When the judgment-signal's spreadó
When the islands and the lands
And the seas give up their dead,
And the South and North shall come;
When the sinner is dismayed,
And the just man is afraid,
Then Heaven be thy aid,
Poor Tom.

Far beneath the tainted foam
That frets above our peaceful home,
We dream in joy and wake in love
Nor know the rage that yells above.
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