"This year, this year, in His heavens, or in His fires.
"And what will be burned in His fires? Your gold? your houses? your harvests? Nay, earthly fires can do that.
"You, you yourselves: in His fires.
"'Apparebit repentina.'
"Suddenly, and this year.
"At early dawn, at dead of night, in the hush of the summer morn, in twilight such as this? We know not. The day and the hour knoweth no man.
"But this year; suddenly, as the lightning which comes before the thunder.
"As the thief on the slumbering household, as the tramp of the foe on the slumbering army.
"If ye will, if ye can, sleep on still!
"But listen! already is there no rumble of the far-off storm? no faint far-off murmur of His footsteps?