"There comes an hour, so long foretold
That many deem it vain,
When in his arms thou shalt behold
That precious lamb again.
"When earth and sea at God's command
Their treasures shall restore
Then thou shalt clasp this little hand,
Nor dread a parting more."
Love wept—her very bosom bled
For that lost little one;
But Faith supported her and said,
"The Master's will be done."
THE DAY OF WRATH.
"The great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?"
—Rev. 6:17.
The nations tremble, and the isles are moved;
All cheeks are gathering paleness; lips are dumb
That smiled in scorn but yesterday, or proved
The day of wrath would not for ages come;
Each eye is fixed—there seems nor life nor breath
In that vast human sea,—but ah! it is not death.
The morning broke in splendor, as it rose
Upon the fated Cities of the Plain;
And men went forth refreshed from their repose,
Where duty called them, or the love of gain;
When sudden as the lightning's vivid glare
Like heated furnace glowed the earth, the sea, the air.
From the Equator to the frozen Pole,
All nations saw, and understood "the sign";
The seventh angel sounded! like a scroll
The heavens departed, and a Form divine
And awful in its grandeur was revealed,—
The sun and moon grew pale, and earth astounded reeled.
Then rose a wail of anguish and despair—
By men, by angels, never heard before;
The tones of earth and hell were mingled there,
Henceforth to be thus mingled evermore
Beyond the reach of Mercy's loving ear,
Who wept and pleaded once—but will no longer hear.
But hark! in contrast what a shout of joy
Goes up to heaven; it tells of victory won
O'er sin and death, o'er all that can destroy,—
It tells of life eternal just begun,—
Of bliss coeval with the endless years,—
Of love that waited long for Him who now appears.