The Peep of Day

by Favell Lee Mortimer

When sun or moon shall never more return,

But God on clouds shall come the world to burn.

Oh! say shall I be there,

To see the dreadful glare,

The dreadful sound to hear,

The dreadful heat to bear,

Of falling crags and rocks, of roaring seas,

Of smoking hills, and flaming earth and skies?

Oh! yes, I shall be there;

The graves shall open’d be;