OF A PORTION OF THE SECOND CHAPTER OF JOEL.
BY LADD SPENCER.
In Zion blow the trumpet,
Let it sound through every land;
And let the wicked tremble,
For the Lord is nigh at hand.
Alas! a day of darkness—
A day of clouds and gloom—
Approaches fast, when all shall be
As silent as the tomb!
As the morn upon the mountains,
There comes a mighty train,
The like of which hath never been.
And ne'er shall be again.
A burning fire before them,
And behind a raging flame—
Alas, that beauty so should be
Enwrapt in sin and shame!
The earth doth quake before them,
The sun withdraws its light;
The heavens and earth are shrouded
In darkest, deepest night.
Then weep, ye evil doers,
Let tears of anguish flow;
Your evil deeds have brought you
A load of endless woe!