TIME. 43 



And stormy Ocean from his bed shall start 



At the appalling summons. Oh ! how drtad 



On the dark eye of miserable man, 



Chasing his sins in secrecy and gloom, 



Will burst the effulgence of the opening heaven ; 



When to the brazen trumpet's deafening roar, 



Thou and thy dazzling cohorts shall descend, 



Proclaiming the fulfilment of the word ! 



The dead shall start astonished from their sleep ! 



The sepulchres shall groan and yield their prey. 



The bellowing floods shall disembogue their charge 



Of human victims. — From the farthest nook 



Of the wide world shall troop the risen souls, 



From him whose bones are bleaching in the waste 



Of polar solitudes, or him whose corpse, 



Whelm'd in the loud Atlantic's vexed tides, 



Is washed on some Caribbean prominence, 



To the lone tenant of some secret cell 



In the Pacific's vast * * * realm, 



Where never plummet's sound was heard to part 



The willerness of water ; they shall come 



To greet the solemn advent of the Judge. 



Thou first shalt summon the elected saints 



To their apportion'd heaven ; and thy Son, 



At thy right hand shall smile with conscious joj 



On all his past distresses, -when for them 



He bore humanity's severest pangs. 



Then shalt thou seize the avenging scimitar, 



And, with a roar as loud and horrible 



As the stern eartliquake's monitory voice. 



The wicked shall be driven to their abode, 



Down the unmitigable gulf, to wail 



And gnash their teeth in endless agony. 

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Rear thou aloft thy standard. — Spirit, rear 

 Thy flag on high I — Invincible, and throned 

 In unparticipated might. Behold 

 Earth's proudest boast, beneath thy silent sway, 

 Sweep headlong to destruction thou the while 



