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'
Tis
from
no
stranger
land
I
now
must
part
,
'
Tis
to
no
strangers
left
I
yield
these
sighs
.
Welcome
and
home
were
mine
within
this
State
,
Whose
vales
I
leave
--
whose
spires
fade
fast
from
me
And
cold
must
be
mine
eyes
,
and
heart
,
and
tete
,
When
,
dear
Alabama
!
they
turn
cold
on
thee
!
"
There
were
very
few
there
who
knew
what
"
tete
"
meant
,
but
the
poem
was
very
satisfactory
,
nevertheless
.
Next
appeared
a
dark-complexioned
,
black-eyed
,
black-haired
young
lady
,
who
paused
an
impressive
moment
,
assumed
a
tragic
expression
,
and
began
to
read
in
a
measured
,
solemn
tone
:
"
A
Vision
"
Dark
and
tempestuous
was
night
.
Around
the
throne
on
high
not
a
single
star
quivered
;
but
the
deep
intonations
of
the
heavy
thunder
constantly
vibrated
upon
the
ear
;
whilst
the
terrific
lightning
revelled
in
angry
mood
through
the
cloudy
chambers
of
heaven
,
seeming
to
scorn
the
power
exerted
over
its
terror
by
the
illustrious
Franklin
!
Even
the
boisterous
winds
unanimously
came
forth
from
their
mystic
homes
,
and
blustered
about
as
if
to
enhance
by
their
aid
the
wildness
of
the
scene
.
