text:  But dread the heaven-descended glow When from their chain its wild wings go When where it listeth wide and wild Sweeps the free Nature's free-born Child! When the Frantic One fleets While no force can withstand Through the populous streets Whirling ghastly the brand; For the Element hates What Man's labour creates And the work of his hand! Impartially out from the cloud Or the curse or the blessing may fall! Benignantly out from the cloud Come the dews the revivers of all! Avengingly our from the cloud Come the levin the bolt and the ball! Hark--a wail from the steeple!--aloud The bell shrills its voice to the crowd! Look--look--red as blood All on high! It is not the daylight that fills with its flood The sky! What a clamour awaking Roars up through the street What a hell-vapour breaking Rolls on through the street And higher and higher Aloft moves the Column of Fire! Through the vistas and rows Like a whirlwind it goes And the air like the steam from a furnace glows