916 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1804 



Oh, day of death ! oh thirst, beyond controuF, 

 Of crimson conquest in th' invader's soul ! 

 The slain, yet warm, by social footsteps trod. 

 O'er the red moatsupply'd a panting road ; 

 O'er the red moat our conquering thunders flew, 

 And loftier still the grisly rampire grew. 

 While proudly glow'd aboTc the rescu'd tower 

 The wavy cross that mark'd Britannia's power. 



Yet still destru6lion sweeps the lonely plain. 

 And heroes lift the generous sword in vain: 

 Still o'er her sky the clouds of anger roll. 

 And (rod's revenge hangs heavy on her souL 

 Yet shall she rise ;— but not by war restor'd. 

 Not bulH in miirder, — planted by the sword. 

 Yes, Salem, thou shalt rise : thy Father's aid 

 Shall heal the wound his chastening hand has mad« ; 

 Shall judge the proud oppressor's ruthless sway, 

 And burst his brazen bonds, and cast his cords away. ' 

 Then on your tops shall deathless verdure spring; 

 Break forth, ye mountains, and ye vallies sing! 

 No more your thirsty rocks shall frown forlorn, 

 The unbeliever's jest, the heathen's scorn ; 

 The sultry sands shall tenfold harvests yield, 

 And a new Eden deck the thorny field. 



E'en now, perhaps, wide waving o'er the land, v 



The mighty angel lifts his golden wand ; | 



Courts the bright vision of descending power, 

 Fells every gate, and measures every tower ; 

 And chides the tardy seals that yet detain 

 Thy lion, Judah, from his dcstin'd reign. 



And who is lie? the vast, the awful form, 

 Girt with the Avhirlwind, sandal'd with the storm ? 

 A Mcstern cloud around his limbs is spread, 

 His crown a rainbow, and a sun his head. 

 To highest heaven he lifts his kingly hand, 

 And treads at once the ocean and the land : 

 And hark ; his voice amid the thunder's roar. 

 His dreadful voice, that time shall be no more ! 



Lo ! cherub hands the golden courts prepare, 

 Lo ! thrones arc set, and every saint is there ; 

 .Earth's utmost bounds confess their awful sway, 

 The mountains worship, and the isles obey ; 

 Nor sun nor moon they need, — nor day, nor night ; — 

 God is their temple, and the Lamb their light. 



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