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The Judgement of the Flood

by John A. Heraud. A New Edition. Revised and Re-Arranged

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And now came on the End, by Vision shewn
To Japhet, as it was to Noah once.
—The Prophet-Sculptour, on his handy-work
Bestowing his last pains, beheld it stand,
Before him in its glory: such as he
Had in his heart conceived—a perfect form.
Bow ye, and adore. The God abides in stone,
Incarnate thus. Divinely halcyon,
His pregnant brow is bathed in deity.
His attitude, how eloquent: one hand
Thus mildly raised, the other held aloft
Pointing to heaven. From his disparted lips
There seemed to gush a rill of soothing speech,
Yet awful; for a God's sublimity
Girt gentleness celestial,—girt with power.
There was a sorrow in his gracious mien,
And in his sorrow a regality,
As he were uttering that doom fulfilled,
Of desolation to Jerusalem,
Whose children, but she would not, he had gathered
Under his wing omnipotent.
‘Behold:
The sun is quelled—the moon is quenched—the stars
Die in the darkled ether, and from out

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Their golden cressets drop—the sky doth quake,
And all its powers do quail. From midst the gloom,
Appeareth, like a supernatural dawn
The symbol of his coming. Mourn, O Earth.
Pavilioned in the clouds, the Son of Man
Comes;—and his Angels, with a trumpet-sound,
That the four winds, to the four ends of air,
Bear on their rushing pennons vehement,
Gather from every part the Elect of God,
And Heaven, and Earth before him pass away.’
So spake the Prophet-Sculptour, and adored . .
Words uttered since by him to whom he knelt,
And then inspired. A trance came over him.