A Treasury of Canadian Verse, with Brief Biographical Notes - Unknown

FRANCIS BLAKE CROFTON

AFORETHOUGHT of the fated reign of peace

Fell on the soul of Anti-Christ, I dreamed;

And his brow darkened, and his hate-lit eyes

Aloft glared lurid through the mist of space.

Then vast and shadowy rose the Lord of War,

And shook his right hand at a far White Throne,