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15
IN HOMINE DOMINI
Hark! like a clarion rings the voice, “Arise!”Too long with wrangling talkers, mad for place,
Suffers our England, now brought face to face
With the despair of perishing thousands. Lies
This day within our choice the immortal prize
Of those who win salvation for their race:
Yea, Lord, Thyself with Thine avenging grace
Strike for Thy servants, while each minion flies!
Who shall refuse to arm serene and strong
For this lost conflict, though Self's myriads scowl?
The day of visitation is not long,
Ere the light passeth, when hurled cheek by jowl
The recreants hear above their pitiful throng
God's scorn in judgment, “Go to, weep and howl.”
1887.
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