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XIV. THE CONSUMMATION.
20th of September, 1870.
The bolt hath fallen! The Abominable that sate
By that sad prophet, Daniel, long foretold
Within God's Holy City throned of old,
The ‘Abominable that maketh desolate,’
Within a holier city now keeps state:
One power alone the All-Just to him denies;
He dares not quench the Daily Sacrifice:
Death-pale he sits prescient of coming fate.
Is it my crime, pale river, if no tears
Dropt from these eyes thy placid breast have stained
Freedom and Faith thus impiously profaned?
Not so! The hour is man's: with God the years:
Once more His Church will shame her children's fears;
True Freedom wax when Freedom's wraith hath waned.
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