Seatonian Poems By the Rev. J. M. Neale |
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Oh vainly warned! when Nile's great floodRolled—miracle of fear!—with blood:
When league past league, on either shore,
Came ripples, thick with clotted gore,
As if in vengeance on their foes
The murdered innocents arose.
Oh who may paint that fearful sky
When clouds grew dark, and winds grew high,
The day when threatened judgment came
In sheets of mingled hail and flame!
Upon the tender crop it drove,
That sleet of solid ice;
It shattered, in the idol-grove,
The gods of man's device:
All through the cavern's dim profound
Echoed that thunder's mighty sound;
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Through sepulchre and corridor.
Oh fearful judgment from on high
With unresisted sway!
The Lord is fighting from on high
Against the sons of clay.
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