On her own peaceful rainbow swerving down,
She stands confess’d above the sacred town;
Seizes the destroying angel’s flaming brand,
Seals in its sheath, and stops his lifted hand.”
The next lines are descriptive of the angel destroying the one hundred and eighty-five thousand Assyrians:—
“Lo! from heaven the avenging angel came,
His sword the pestilence’s deadly flame;
Incumbent o’er the deadly camp he flies;
So glares an angry comet in the skies.
A vial of almighty wrath he bore,