See where the ground in trembling fever quakes And darts galvanic fires; the clouds of smoke Ascend on high, the bolts to heaven fly In all directions; Ashes fall like snow, And scorch the ground; the burning lava boils, Like melted iron flows, and desolation Is spreading far: high hill arise, where none Before had stood, while others fall or sink. The fields of men, their homes, their ca…