The heavens grow black, and blotted from the sight
Are those fair shapes, and such the airy schemes
Of human pride, all unsubstantial dreams.
Vapour and mist enwrap our senses here,
Only about God’s throne is all serene and clear.
Egone.
VENGEANCE.
O Lord God, to whom vengeance belongeth; O God, to whom vengeance belongeth, shew Thyself.—Psalm xciv. 1.
Say to them that are of a fearful heart, be strong; fear not: behold, your God will come with vengeance, even God with a recompense.—Isaiah, xxxv. 4.