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Lord, how long—thy pure Evangels
Still perverted or betrayed—
In the sight of men and angels
Shall this bloody game be played?
Still perverted or betrayed—
In the sight of men and angels
Shall this bloody game be played?
Shall the Host, sublimely seated
'Mid the clear celestial chimes,
Through this ether, dim and fetid
With the breath of countless crimes,
See the same vile farce repeated
O'er and o'er a thousand times?
'Mid the clear celestial chimes,
Through this ether, dim and fetid
With the breath of countless crimes,
See the same vile farce repeated
O'er and o'er a thousand times?
Haply, dwelling higher, nearer
To the calm eternal Plan—
Far beyond these clouds of error,
Pure Intelligences scan
Worlds undimmed by hate or terror—
But the darkened eye of man
To the calm eternal Plan—
Far beyond these clouds of error,
Pure Intelligences scan
Worlds undimmed by hate or terror—
But the darkened eye of man
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Sees the dreary light illuming
Haunts of Anguish, Fear, and Blame—
Sees the mirk horizon fuming
From the Fires that none may name—
All the Past in horror glooming,
All the Present woe and shame,
And the Future dimly looming
Through a mist of blood and flame.
Haunts of Anguish, Fear, and Blame—
Sees the mirk horizon fuming
From the Fires that none may name—
All the Past in horror glooming,
All the Present woe and shame,
And the Future dimly looming
Through a mist of blood and flame.
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