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IN THE SISTINE CHAPEL—BEFORE MICHAEL ANGELO'S “LAST JUDGMENT.”
So the last trump shall sound, and all earth's deadShall gather to the mighty angel's cry,
All souls that ever wore mortality,
All flesh, to death, that ever bow'd the head.
Then from the throne shall the awful words be said,
Utter'd by Highest Justice, crown'd on high,
Dooming the unrighteous everlastingly,
While into bliss the pure of heart are led.
O what a soul was his this sight who saw,
Who gave its terrors by us to be seen
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As if, with him, spectators they have been
Of the just vengeance of eternal law,
Or shook appall'd even now in the dread scene.
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