For regal sceptre thee no more shall need,

God shall be All in All.

Milton.

The world is grown old, and her pleasures are past;

The world is grown old, and her form may not last;

The world is grown old, and trembles for fear,

For sorrows abound, and judgment is near!

The sun in the heaven is languid and pale;

And feeble and few are the fruits of the vale;

And the hearts of the nations fail them for fear,