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PROPHETIC 
 PEARLS 
 
 POETIC WORK 
 
 Jo T, LIGHTFOOT 
 Easley, So Co 
 
 Copyrnghted by 
 James Tlhomas Lightfoot 
 

 PRINTED BY 
 
 PEACE PRINTING COMPANY 
 GREENVILLE. S. C. 
 
 MAR 27 1914 
 
 'CI,A371088 
 
SFtiolution of Agea 
 
 ^^ ROM Jordan's lonely banks, out in the desert land, 
 1|| Came forth the joyful shout: ^'God's kingdom's 
 
 now at hand! 
 
 Prepare for His approach, and make ye straight His way! 
 
 Behold the light of dawn proclaims the golden day.'' 
 
 "Its splendid crystal beams burst out from Zion's hill, 
 And dews, of heavenly grace, on Juda's land distill. 
 The living streams proceed, with healing in their flow. 
 And thirsty lands rejoice as rivers onward go.'' 
 
 A joyful sound it was; through all the land it went, 
 Pleading, in earnest tones, that sinners should repent. 
 The faithful ones went out and gladly heard the news; 
 God's word, of peace and grace, to meek and lowly Jews. 
 
 How eagerly they came, thronging the desert shore. 
 Assemblies so devout they'd never seen before. 
 Nor had they heard till then such words as John now spake ; 
 Nor seen such power of God to make men fear and quake. 
 
 Great day of jubilee, a day of joy and song, 
 
 And glad hosannas rang out from the happy throng. 
 
 The mighty fiend of hell, then perched on heavenly throne, 
 
 Would soon be cast to earth and Jesus reign alone. 
 
 For Satan long had been the chief and mighy prince, 
 Upon exalted throne — a ghostly throne — from whence 
 He ruled with majesty and rod of power supreme; 
 O'er tribes and nations he'd establish hell's regime. 
 
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 Dread, sullen was the night, when he thus swayed the rod; 
 His mystery of gloom obscured the face of God; 
 And led the way to death — down to eternal shame — 
 Where wrath of God doth burn, an everlasting flame. 
 
 Behold splendor in ruins where mighty kingdoms stood. 
 O'er these the darkness went a devastating flood. 
 And left behind the wreck which marks the wretched way. 
 Which multitudes have gone where hell doth reign for aye. 
 
 A tower of mystery was Satan's lofty seat, 
 Dominion 'twas of might, o'er earthly realms complete; 
 To lay his chains upon the heart and soul of man. 
 And lead him down to death with his beguiling hand. 
 
 Behold the many ruin;$ of splendid temples old; 
 For men their silver kept and gave to gods their gold. 
 Thus see the drift of thought and trend of human mind; 
 Mark man's devotion to the things he thought divine. 
 
 His treasure, toil and tears, his life and strength, he gave. 
 
 Devoted to the gods, in soul, to be their slave. 
 
 What drifting down of life and souls of men to woe! 
 
 What clouds of gloom were there where floods of death o'erflow 
 
 Behold the Karnak ruins of sin the master mark. 
 And Thebes amazing role of days and deeds so dark, 
 Dianna's temple great of beauty's mystic power. 
 Pointing the way to death where clouds infernal lower! 
 
 But what devotion rare — e'en all that heart could feel ! 
 Displayed in richest gifts — the richest earth could yield — 
 The Elis temple grand — oh most unholy use ! 
 The world's best fruits of art, devoted thus to Zeus. . 
 
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 The demon prince of yore our God hath painted red, 
 The dragon great and strong from whom the woman fled. 
 Against him. went the arms of our great heavenly King, 
 Who came, with power divine, triumphant peace to bring. 
 
 Satan's a mystic force; he ruled with subtle hand. 
 And many were his snares set for the feet of man. 
 And from his ghostly throne what fiery darts he hurled! 
 He's styled by Jesus Christ: Prince of the ancient world. 
 
 Upon the chosen ones he poured Satanic wrath; 
 Putting their souls to grief; strowing with thorns their path. 
 In bitterness and tears, their cry went up to God, 
 As sadly went the years, beneath the serpents rod. 
 
 For many ages he had laid old Israel waste ; 
 Made Jacob drink to dregs the cup of bitter taste. 
 Yea, deeply did they drink from this, their cup of gall; 
 And from the stranger's land went up to God their call. 
 
 Through many lands dispersed, in grief, they wandering went; 
 Nor would Satanic wrath, against the tribes, relent. 
 Were hissed by all the world and sorely heaped with shame ; 
 No peace found they because they bore Jehovah's name. 
 
 No more they shout His praise, nor raise the voice of song. 
 But mute their prophets were and priests, for ages long. 
 No message from above, nor visitor divine; 
 Nor any more a land flowing with milk and wine. 
 
 "Fallen is thy throne, O Israel! Silence is o'er thy plains: 
 Thy dwelling lie dsolate. Where are the dews that fed thee 
 On Etham's barren shore. That fire of heaven that led thee 
 now lights thy path no more." — Moore. 
 
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 Upturned were eyes devout and earnest, to the sky; 
 
 For great Jehovah's help, most earnestly they cry. 
 
 By humble, living faith, to them it really seemed, 
 
 That God would keep His word and Jacob be redeemed. 
 
 Their prayers ceased not to rise at all by day, or night. 
 Most eagerly they looked for Zion's golden light. 
 In grief their souls were bowed and humbled to the earth. 
 In longing for their King, who soon would come to birth. 
 
 To bear the Prince of Peace, her time was then at hand; 
 To slay the newborn King, the devils ready stand. 
 With sword, in trembling hand, they ready stood to slay. 
 But He was borne on high; the woman flew away. 
 
 'TwMS then celestial war was waged in realms below; 
 
 For Michael decreed the dragon's overthrow. 
 
 Satanic citadels must crumble to the ground. 
 
 "The Holy King doth come!" thus rang the joyous sound. 
 
 Then stood there on the bank amid the surging throng, 
 Old Israel's Lord and King for whom they'd looked so long. 
 In meekness all divine, He stood, a stranger there; 
 And of His majesty no one was then aware. 
 
 No regal pomp for Him, nor ostentatious role: 
 
 An uncommanding, meek, divinely gentle soul. — 
 
 No man perceived His Grace, or princely power of hand. 
 
 Though He was very God, with men, was simple man. 
 
 The vuglar jostled Him, and piled familiar jest; 
 
 Delighting in contempt and swaggerly address; 
 
 And from their hearts came filth, gushing in language vile; 
 
 Nor thought that thus they grieved, profaned, God's Holy Child. 
 
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 Made no direct assault, but manifest disdain; 
 Of Him no deep concern once came into their brain. 
 "The carpenter!'' they said, showing the lip of scorn; 
 They revel in contempt for Him, so lowly born. 
 
 There John was speaking forth the words of power and grace, 
 And sinners, penitent fell down before his face. 
 E'en Pharisees were stung and blushed for conscious shame; 
 And to the regions 'round there sounded out his fame. 
 
 The Pharisees and scribes made show of righteousness; 
 Parading righteous deeds and sacredotal dress. 
 Hence John's rebuke to them was specially severe; 
 For he would teach them how the wrath of God to fear. 
 
 And he would teach them how their deeds were empty show, 
 They on their way to hell where all the wicked go ; 
 That vainly did they try by boasting, to deceive; 
 That to be saved they must repent, and must believe. 
 
 "Ye vipers, boast of stock and that," said he, "is sham; 
 For God can make of stones the seed of Abraham. 
 God's ax is by each tree and some will He cut down; 
 Lookout for wrath to come; the day when God shall frown." 
 
 "The coming King is great; I am, indeed, but small; 
 With Holy Ghost and fire will He baptize you all. 
 And you must prove by works that you've repented first, 
 If, in His holy name, you wish to be immersed." 
 
 The Pharisees were grieved and started straightway home; 
 With deeply wounded pride were sorry they had come. 
 "That man's so rough,'' they said, "Why don't he fawn and 
 
 smile?" 
 Behold his uncouth dress, how grossly out of style!" 
 
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 "How dares he us rebuke, cursing our holy creed? 
 Why surely such as he is reprobate indeed! 
 Immerse a Pharisee ! no, never such as he ! 
 Ah one that's so defiled! The holy ones are we. 
 
 Opposing thus the truth, as do they to this day. 
 They still profess to love its golden heavenly v/ay. 
 Oh darkness from beneath; How wretched is their plight. 
 Whose evil heart of pride shuts from itself the light! 
 
 His speech of stern rebuke now John was scarcely through. 
 When scenes, there by the stream, took phase entirely new. 
 A personage appeared before whom John was meek; 
 'Twas Jesus Christ the Lord, the people heard Him speak. 
 
 They marked His mild command, which seemed to break 
 
 John's will; 
 They saw His gentle word, John's glow of soul had chilled. 
 The heard John meekly say: "This rite is not for you; 
 A mark of penitence we'd render thus untrue." 
 
 "I cannot dip my Lord! nay, one so pure in soul! 
 'Twould cloud the very thought the symble's form doth hold. 
 For this the rite doth say, for all who yield thereto : 
 "From sin I turn away to life entirely new." 
 
 "So let it speak for me as rendered by your hand: 
 'Twould surely speak untrue, did I as you command. 
 Thy servant then excuse, command me thus no more ; 
 For all, except Thyself, have sins they'd well deplore. 
 
 So now again He spoke and gave ideas new; 
 Explained to John the rite and thus enlarged his view: 
 "My resurrection shall all righteousness fulfill; 
 For thus I came to do, and 'tis My Father's will." 
 
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 "For when my time has come, I'll die upon a tree; 
 
 Then God shall loose death's Hands with power, to set me free. 
 
 Stroke of My Father's hand, seal of His signet ring. 
 
 He'll bring Me from the grave, crown Me, of kings, the King." 
 
 "Of all things to, be done, is this the crowning act; 
 So let's proclaim in form the glory of the fact. 
 I thus, in holy rite, would sink beneath the wave; 
 Foretelling, in this type, my rising from the grave.' 
 
 Now John had ceased to quake; the tears had left his eyes; 
 His countenance was changed through Jesus' words so wise. 
 Great joy possessed him now, whereas he had been sad: 
 A vision new had come and hence his soul was glad. 
 
 And so he cried joy, spoke loudly words of praise; 
 ''Unspeakable," he said, "the thought the rite conveys ! 
 It fills my soul with light, e'en like a heavenly dream!" 
 And having thus exclaimed, he walked into the stream. 
 
 The people thought it strange, so very strange, of John; 
 
 He seemed so exercised about this Joseph's son. 
 
 He just a lowly man, of lowly family too ; 
 
 They saw no reason for this passing strange ado. 
 
 It was a golden day, the sun most brightly shone, 
 While standing in the stream was there the two, alone. 
 John's visage spoke his joy most eloquent in mien — 
 Possessed of power divine and this was plainly seen. 
 
 He beckoned with his hand, the multitudes came near; 
 And spake he now with force, without the chill of fear. 
 His voice so sounded clear upon the stream and shore^ 
 Speaking in tones more glad than he had spoke before. 
 
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 Then putting hands upon Jesus, the Lamb of God, 
 
 He laid His body down beneath the Jordan flood. 
 
 The act a simple one without a shade of doubt. 
 
 In water laid Him down and straightway raised Him out. 
 
 They'd seen it oft before the dip was nothing strange; 
 
 But every one perceived in John, a wondrous change. 
 
 While lifting Jesus up the earth and air were still; 
 
 And then there came a sound, 'twas sweet, yet loud and shrill. 
 
 Though it was thunderous, 'twas music in the sky; 
 While golden light divine pierced through the blue on high. 
 Then dark as night appeared the gleam of solar ray, 
 As overcome by this a glimpse of heavenly day. 
 
 The earth and sky became a maze of shining gold: 
 A gleaming wilderness the multitudes behold; 
 For glory's light supreme from courts on high, descend; 
 The holy city's light comes down in sight of men. 
 
 Then with a sudden flit of shining wings above, 
 The Holy Spirit came descending like a dove ; 
 Resting on Jesus Christ, halo about His head. 
 "This My Beloved Son!" the Father spake and said. 
 
 The light then faded out; 'twas normal day once more; 
 But still, John's words of joy rang out upon the shore. 
 His words were full of grace extalling Jesse's rod; 
 Pointing to Christ, he said: "Behold the Lamb of God!'' 
 
 Now hell was all astir to dismal depths and bounds. 
 And fiercely moved its blasts, and frightful were its sounds. 
 Its scorching winds and fumes, cyclonic, rolled and sped, 
 While fierce Satanic ire its ruddy craters fed. 
 
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 A million blackened fiends flying at Itghtning pace, 
 Were driven by the storm, o'er hell's dread yawning waste. 
 Thus summoned to the court to face the cruel prince, 
 And at his every word the million demons winced. 
 
 The blasts of trumpet shook hell's mighty walls afar, 
 Thus calling armies for Christo-Satanic war. 
 The great war council called was held in heated vault; 
 For hell must all combine to make one fell assault. 
 
 This heated vault the same where courts convened before; 
 And there discussed the plight about which hell was sore. 
 There called the honored sage, Gehenna's wisest one; 
 To solve the problem of the Jesus, Joseph's Son. 
 
 The question, "Who is He?" the one of deep concern. 
 On its solution might many a question turn. 
 Already many imps consigned to hotest hell, 
 Because of failure here, into deep dungeon's fell. 
 
 The demon prince then said: ''Gehenna's flames combine. 
 To multiply their shrieks which satisfy my mind.'* 
 On mission they had failed e'en one of vast import; 
 And hell's foundations shook to hear their strange report. 
 
 The wisest trembling said, ''What can this strange thing mean?" 
 And hell, till now so black was fairly looking green; 
 And concentrating thought upon a Righteous One. 
 For Whose integrity, hell's hosts were all undone. 
 
 For there had gone a force, the shrewdest hell could send. 
 With His, so high and pure, some evil thought to blend ; 
 Tried every subtle means, by stealthy trap, or snare. 
 Of intricate deceit, to take Him unaware. 
 
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 For years they labored thus, but never could succeed. 
 He, to their subtle lures, gave not the slightest heed. 
 From Nazareth had gone, hell's armies, in defeat; 
 Hence Satan, now for wrath, was trembling in his seat. 
 
 The vanquished troops report: "He hath no evil thought! 
 Our labor, and device, doth ever go for naught! 
 His soul is pure and clean; invulnerable to dart! 
 And just as free from sin, as was He from the start!" 
 
 Discussion of defeat came up in every court, 
 And hell was all aboil about the strange report. 
 For Satan, from his throne, issued decree, most fell; 
 And all the failing troops consigned to hotest hell. 
 
 And now there came the sound of fierce cyclonic speech; 
 A speech in thunder tones, hell's utmost bounds to reach. 
 Inferno's orator, of a chief renown and fame; 
 A decade roared his speech, as one blasphemeous strain. 
 
 It came with lowering clouds, a frightful, somber pall; 
 From whence the speech went forth, a shrill, terriffic brawl; 
 Till hell's foundations shook, with fiercely sounding roar, 
 And millions cried and plead to hear the sound no more. 
 
 With frantic rage and wrath, made he such speech as follows: 
 "Our great dominion ship drives toward the reefs and shallow. 
 Against this Joseph's Son our armies all have failed; 
 Thus bringing us an hour hell's millions must bewail. 
 
 "To Nazareth we've gone, in numbers very great, 
 Made it a devil's roost, and camped in every street, 
 A place that's more like hell, hath never come to birth: 
 A rendezvous for spooks; the vilest spot on earth. 
 
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 "Thus thirty years we've tried, and all has gone for naught; 
 For He hath never sinned; oh horrifying thought! 
 If He be very God, then down he'll pull our throne. 
 If He's not God, oh then! Alas! some Holy One!" 
 
 **His purity makes hell, of hottest flame; Alas! 
 Earth hath a Holy One ! What next will come to pass ? 
 A holy man doth heat our pit an hundred fold, 
 But such a One as this hath never been of old." 
 
 "Oh dread and constant foe! this humble Joseph's Son! 
 We've many mighty slain, but faled on this Great One. 
 Could we inflict one wound, strike Him with just one dart! 
 But, oh, alas, a wall! E'en God, doth shield His heart." 
 
 "His power we know is great, this none in hell could doubt! 
 And He may grasp our throne and cast our ruler out. 
 Unvanquished He alone. E'en He, of all mankind; 
 For never man before but hell defiled his mind." 
 
 "Oh how shall we escape His flame of burning wrath? 
 For He besets our way, obstructs our every path. 
 The Godlike soul it is that makes us roar with pain. 
 E'en purity's God wrath, and burneth like a flame." 
 
 ''Since this One's been on earth, these years, our torture's great; 
 Fears, for our power supreme are dreadful to relate. 
 What soon may come to pass ! with trembling frame we think ! 
 John's mighty preaching too adds to the gall we drink." 
 
 "This Jesus mystery's the centre of concern. 
 The pivot of the age, on which all fate must turn. 
 Oh horrors of this night a pregnant night of woe; 
 From terrors would I fly but there's no place to go." 
 
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 "Could I but chill this heart, extract all sense of heed. 
 Close up the eye of soul, rescind all life and deed! 
 I'd have one hour's delight, prepared for such boon, 
 I laugh in spite of hell then pass into the swoon.'' 
 
 "Alas ! hell gives no sleep, 'nor respite gives from pain ! 
 We live to yearn for death and only wrath doth reign. 
 There's not one soothing breath or gleaming ray of hope; 
 There reigns the night of fear while thorny ways we grope." 
 
 "Though we, by passion led, sometimes thus rashly speak, 
 To be extinct is far from what we'd ever seek. 
 Self centered thought in us hath to such passion grown 
 Ceasing to be would pain beyond all pain we've known." 
 
 "Almighty God gave us, of all His boundless store. 
 One gift, that is that v/e abide forever more. 
 No evil thing is there that hell may ever do 
 To cause, by fiery pain, that we this gift should rue." 
 
 Like this were speeches made in all the courts of hell. 
 Before the day of joy when light on Jordan fell. 
 For those were days of doubt and lowering clouds of gloom 
 And naught for Satan's host but days foreboding doom. 
 
 The Jordan scene sublime removed doubts — every one — 
 And men and devils learned Jesus was God the Son. 
 The mystery dispelled the storms more fiercely rage ; 
 The moment, having come, celestial war to wage. 
 
 For Satan's kingdom shook, he also heard the sound. 
 
 Which thundered through hell's depths and dismal pits far down, 
 
 "Alas! alas!" he cried and turned volcanoes lopse 
 
 That thus with greater heat he might great wrath induce. 
 
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 His kingdom he would stir to mighty pitch of rage, 
 From every maudlin spook to mighty prince and sage. 
 He spoke with roaring sound like bursts of crater's blast; 
 And shuddered greatly now to face God's Son at last. 
 
 "My throne," said he, "Is wrecked, its crumbling to the ground. 
 With power divine, God's Son has seized upon the crown. 
 Alas for all my power; hell marshals hosts in vain; 
 On lofty heavenly throne no more supreme I'll reign." 
 
 "Alas, thou Pantheon ! thou place of my resort ! 
 Of fakes and frauds thou art the citadel and court, 
 The pomp of grand display hath ceased from out thy hail; 
 Sweet music vestals voice in thee no more at all." 
 
 "Enticing glories — those — Karnak's fair courts untold, 
 And Baalbeck's massive bulk. Inspiring awe of old. 
 The mystic mumery and role of subtle lure. 
 The festive, lustful pomp and flaunt of souls Impure. 
 
 "These vanish from our grasp, e'en like the morning dew; 
 For now we know He's God, e'en He, the lowly Jew. 
 Oh sudder, walls of hell, let demons quake for fear ! 
 The wrath of God doth come, with blighting flames severe ! 
 
 "Behold my splendid realm and sceptre's mighty sway; 
 Before which nations bow and king and hosts give way ! 
 My glory guild the courts and thrones of all the earth; 
 To me's devoted gold beyond computed worth.'' 
 
 "And who can tell the tale of all my temples grand; 
 With their immense display so rife in every land. 
 Men lay their richest gifts, devoutly at my feet; 
 Adoring me with prayers and incense odors sweet." 
 
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 "Behold Dianna's gem! the chief of splendid shrines; 
 Product of toil and gold, design of master minds; 
 The gifts of six score kings, and their devoted realms; 
 Of all earth's precious things, men give to me the gems." 
 
 "China and India's temples of glory rise, 
 
 With all the mystic art, man's genius can devise; 
 
 Where millions fall devout, and humble at my ftQt. 
 
 No tongue hath e'er described all my vast realm complete." 
 
 ''The PhiJae ber.u.Ly dream and Luxor's mighty pose; 
 E'en all my pagan realm is blooming like the rose. 
 Ten thousand temple gems guilding fair hills of fame; 
 By these I lure the soul; by these I hold the rein." 
 
 "But all these vanish now as mists before mine eyes; 
 For all my glory fades ; my splendid empire flies 
 Before great ZIon's Prince, the Holy Prince of Peace. 
 We're now within His grasp, and there is no release." 
 
 But I will bare my breast; strike one Satanic blow. 
 I'll face the Son Himself to Him. I'll straightway go. 
 I'll seek to win His thought; play my most cunning role; 
 Perchance to touch the cords that subtlely lure the soul." 
 
 Now Satan raised a shout, like thunders, many told, 
 Through hell's immensity its palling echoes rolled: 
 "Ye teaming hordes of hell, up! come 3^ou forth to war! 
 Come armed with venging wrath and fight as ne'er before!" 
 
 The mountains swayed and shook so thunderous the call; 
 And Satan's kingdom quaked, to farthest fort and wall. 
 7"hen bursts the deafning sound of myriad demon wings, 
 ^Vhile countless armies came of loathsome hateful things. 
 
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 Of serpents, dragons, spooks, and fiery fiends galore, 
 Till scarce had hell itself e'er seen such troops before, 
 And whether snare, or spear of fiend's device, or dart; 
 Each devil, with his tool, was active from the start. 
 
 Again, did Satan speak like thunder's mighty peal; 
 "Up! go you to the fray, hast to the deadly field! 
 Ply venom, lust and lies, with mystic art and flame ! 
 Use every devilish art, that fit to win the game!'' 
 
 ''Go to fair Juda's land, and through all Galilee ! 
 Assault men as you go, but leave the Prince to me !" 
 Then came the whoop of war; came fierce from fiery throats; 
 The whoop of such a horde, as dire destruction gloats." 
 
 Now all hell crater belched their fierce and ruddy flame; 
 From lurid, frightful depths, with sullen sound, they came. 
 While millions sped on wing to grim^ and deadly strife ; 
 And soon, through all the land, Satanic war was rife. 
 
 Gehenna's armies went till scarce a guard remained; 
 The millions, from their cells, were for the time unchained. 
 That all firearms might bear against the heavenly King; 
 'And swiftly they proceed, with awful sound of wing. 
 
 They filled the land with spooks and fiends of every name. 
 The devil's works they made of former times, look tame. 
 Demoniacs they made like demons seven told; 
 Some legions had possessed, as in the Book we're told. 
 
 With clouds of hell so dark the earth they densely filled. 
 Till many zealous felt their glowing ardor chilled; 
 For demons hung as mists the moral sky about. 
 And thus insnared men's souls in many hurtful doubts. 
 
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 Indeed 'twas very dark; a black and sullen night. 
 Men could not see the Prince, the very Prince of Light. 
 He in the world He made, yet Him they did not know! 
 Darkness was this indeed, men's eyes beclouded so. 
 
 Be sure the gates of hell are very close at hand, 
 When night, so dencely dark, enshrouds the soul of man. 
 Truly forlorn the plight when hell doth reign on earth. 
 Leading men's souls away to realms of frightful dearth. 
 
 Alas, is there a hell? just look at this and see: 
 Earth's Maker walks on earth, and earth knows not 'tis He ! 
 Do you perceive this thought, and say there is no hell? 
 Then sure its blinding mists upon thy soul hath fell. 
 
 Oh darkened soul of man, his Maker not to know! 
 Where such a night obtains, 'tis borderland of woe ! 
 Where darkness from the pit, infernal, borne on wings, 
 Obscures from human kind divine, eternal things. 
 
 E'en now in every land God walks among the race. 
 
 But clouds infernal still obscure His shining face. 
 
 Yea, men commit black deeds, perceiving not God's there; 
 
 That God beholdest them, they're not at all aware. 
 
 'Tis breath from devils' throats, coming as clouds of night, 
 Or frogs from hell beneath, obscuring human sight. 
 'Twas to this end they worked — demoniac and shrew; 
 For time was now at hand hell's greatest work to do. 
 
 Now that the demon host had reached their rendezvous. 
 Each busy with his task, his subtle work to do; 
 Their prince of chief command went forth to Jordan's banks, 
 Supported by the guards from his infernal ranks. 
 
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 Challenged the Son of God, in daring devil style, 
 To meet him, face to face, upon a mountain wild; 
 And there for forty days, with rigid bend of will, 
 Used every shrewd devise and all with astute skill. 
 
 Infernal scenes he brought and terrors dread, to bear; 
 E'en sounds and flames of hell, and yawning deep despair. 
 Mean while the savage beasts with howl and nightly din. 
 Were, like the regions damned, making the forrests seem. 
 
 The soul of Jesus Christ was plunged in floods of fear, 
 And chilled by frightful scenes the devil brought to bear. 
 Indeed those days and nights most wretchedly were cold, 
 So harrowed was the Lamb thus driven from the fold. 
 
 Like hell then spoke the fiend; vernacular his own; 
 Insinuatingly said, "IF Thou be the Son?" 
 Oh most malicious word of most illminded drift ! 
 No other speech compares with this Satanic IF. 
 
 Should Christ produce the proof He'd compromise the doubt; 
 Thus did the fiend devise lest he should be cast out. 
 Beneath his steadily speech behold the serpent's fang; 
 So subtle in its pierce' so fatal as to pang! 
 
 With his Satanic skill in use of such device, 
 
 With cunning devil craft he would the Lord entice. 
 
 If failed he in this fight, he'd lose his power supreme; 
 
 Hence kingdoms he would give if Christ would bow to him. 
 
 A scheme, of hell's device to shrewdly win the game; 
 Reveals the hue of hell and foul Satanic shame. 
 If Christ would worship him forsooth, he'd give his throne, 
 Whereas indeed 'twere thus, he'd hold it for his own. 
 
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 For Satan wishing not a lower place to take, 
 Thought, with the Son of God, perchance a trade to make ; 
 Hold by deceit, the realms, that he had ruled till now; 
 And knew that this he'd do, if Christ to him would bow. 
 
 But Jesus said to him: "God only may we serve; 
 'Tis plain, none else is there our worship doth deserve." 
 Then Satan, in dismay, fled to his council hall, 
 Where sham.e of his defeat was maifest to all. 
 
 Dejected and disgraced, he stood, with trembling frame. 
 And spoke with doleful voice : ''Oh wretched, wretched shame 1 
 Had I a pit so dark no eye could pierce its gloom, 
 Where I might waste away, as in a loathsome tomb." 
 
 "I now would shout for joy, and hasten to its door, 
 Thouhg it were tripple hell a million years before 
 It brought me to the sleep, that takes away all heed : 
 For any hell were bliss, which to such boon would lead.'' 
 
 ''But still this heart doth beat; keeps up its loathsome lick! 
 Oh horrid chafing mill ! persistence maketh sick. 
 When one would lose the thread and beat the air no more. 
 And what we crave's denied, and closed in favor's door." 
 
 ''Our greed's our fatal trait, leagued with ambition's bent. 
 And lust's devouring yearn, whose flame will not relent. 
 The vintage far too small, for earth's supply were vain, 
 To quench the raging thirst and hunger's ravenous pain." 
 
 "On throne of power we'd sit, with myraids at command; 
 Omnipotence of force in slightest move of hand. 
 'Tis empire that we seek to rule as God alone. 
 With all beneath the rod, whose our exclusive own.'' 
 
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 "Each one doth this require, to reign on throne supreme; 
 Exclusive kingdom doth alone fulfill the dream. 
 That all may bow to him and thus his measure fdl; 
 If gladly they obey, each slight command of will." 
 
 ''The utmost heights he'd grasp; com^mand all things below, 
 And every living stream tovv^ard him he'd cause to flow. 
 The glory, splendid realms, where millions walk in white. 
 Suffice for his demand to rescue him from blight." 
 
 "A limit none can bear, its thorn doth pierce the soul; 
 No peace is there this side of absolute control. 
 The city, court and throne, where heavenly glories shine, 
 Must be within his grasp for him to say; "Its mine!'' 
 
 "To him must glories rise, and music's raptures swell. 
 In perfect sweet accord, else all for him is hell. 
 A fullness of supply must be for him complete. 
 Without a stint or grudge, and every morsel sweet." 
 
 "No blemish must there be, nor aught his will resist; 
 Untarnished sweet accord, must aye for him exist; 
 Ensconced where love doth bloom, as v/atered from the throne, 
 Whose yield of fruit divine is all for him alone." 
 
 "To reign supreme is life; the limit of power is death; 
 He who is circumscribed hath never a peaceful breath. 
 If all things nicely blend, without a discord known; 
 Then peaceful is our court, vastly supreme our throne ' 
 
 "For such a realm as this there's one chief corner stone; 
 All else than hell doth stand on this and this alone. 
 'Tis love exalts to power, and blends with sweet accord; 
 Each it doth miake to serve, and each to reign as Lord.'' 
 
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 "Upon this rock God built, nor hath He built on sand; 
 Upon the rock of love His throne and kingdom stand, 
 Constructed for such realm, in God's own image made, 
 Man findeth fullness there; nor doth its glory fade." 
 
 ''The evil heart's the crime, blackness of hell it is, 
 Exalteth self supreme, we wish not God nor His. 
 We choose against our choice, we will not as we would, 
 We love the things we hate, seek not the thing that's good.'" 
 
 "Hell and its flame is this; demand without supply; 
 
 An ever eager want, with naught to satisfy; 
 
 Where nothing good doth come, and there's no pleasing sight; 
 
 An unpropitious realm, where all is dearth and blight." 
 
 "The soul doth long for love, hell hath it not in stock; 
 Craves for a glimpse of good, but hell affords it not; 
 To greet a happy smile, or hear a loving word. 
 But hell is void of these; curse only's seen and heard.'' 
 
 ''Nor is there any hope, to shield from galling fear; 
 Nor arm to lean upon; or sympathetic tear. 
 Bereft of every good, souls hunger therein vain; 
 Abode of hateful night, where food and drink are pain." 
 
 "Our will is to oppose, and do the evil deed; 
 Distorted's our desire, we crave what doth not feed. 
 Our thirst but larger grows for having gulped the cup. 
 With shame we draw the sword; with shame we put it up." 
 
 For forty months and two the war went fiercely on, 
 To change the monarchy into a holy one. 
 Satanic citadels must utterly desolve, 
 Almighty God so made immutable resolve. 
 
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 For Satan there was left a throne, by God's decree; 
 Not hke his former one, but ruling earth and sea. 
 Yet from a lower seat, and briefly 'twas to stand. 
 No more a mighty throne, the heaven to command. 
 
 By Christ's dominion forced into a lower berth; 
 
 Cast down from heavenly realm, his rule's confined to earth. 
 
 Earth's spiritual sphere, ruled by the wicked one, 
 
 Must have a Holy King, from hence God's only Son. 
 
 But devils were busy there, contesting all the ground; 
 And no good word or deed, but fault with it they found. 
 To winnow out the wheat, and garner up the chaff. 
 Devoted they their strength, with winsome evil craft. 
 
 Encited multitudes at Nazareth, His home. 
 To cast Him out; nor asked: "What evil hath He done?" 
 'Twas good they would oppose and not the evil deed, 
 Against the good it is the arms of hell proceed. 
 
 And many volunteers came from the ranks of men, 
 The Pharisees and Scribes among the chiefs of them. 
 They waged a deadly strife, as traitors in the field. 
 And Satan gave them skill, his crafty sword to wield. 
 
 He fitted them with robes, and taught them solemn air; 
 To seem in outward life as pure as angels are. 
 Of all the evil clans of Satan's chosen crews, 
 The merest devil's dirt were hell-bewildered Jews. 
 
 Just like the other spooks, from dark infernal dens, 
 Parade in righteous robes, for purely sordid ends. 
 The Pharisees and Scribes, as soldiers in his ranks. 
 Were Satan's trusted troops, the chief of his phalanx. 
 
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 Much grief they brought to Christ, through shame of their 
 
 intregue ; 
 Children of shame and sin; with hell were they in league. 
 ''Ye vipers!'' said the Christ; and truly did He speak. 
 Such only can they be, who thus their glory seek. 
 
 They plied their utmost skill; did evil all they could 
 Against the Son of God, while He did only good. 
 Assistants of the fiend, they cast infernal slime, 
 Thus to besmirch His name; His Holy Name; divine. 
 
 Their arrows pierced His heart, wrung out thence bitter tears. 
 His loved ones saw Him weep ; their souls it filled vv^ith fears. 
 Rejected many times — by elders set at naught, 
 Waging the holy war, most valiantly He fought. 
 
 On their side lies and plots, with angry frown of face; 
 On His were deeds of love, and words of wondrous grace. 
 Continually they dogged; played their nefarious game. 
 With fuel fed from hell, their wrath ceased not to flame. 
 
 The Master's patient soul, deeply submerged in grief. 
 Was pierced by venom stings; nor could He find relief. 
 Gethsemane's dark night, of exile from the fold, 
 Left Jesus Christ alone, to tremble in the cold. 
 
 Strongly He cried for help, while tears ran down His face; 
 His sweat, as bloody drops, for aye, hallowed the place. 
 Dark was the doleful night, with Jesus, lying prone, 
 Hell, having intervened, leaves Him to plead alone. 
 
 Oh my Dear Lord, behold! what grief when Thou didst bow! 
 I hear Fhy cry and groan ! and see Thy reeking brow ! 
 Whose sight doth pierce my soul ! dismayed I am, and chilled ! 
 Beholding Jesus Christ by fiends infernal grilled! 
 
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 That was a tragic hour, and holy is the sod, 
 Where, bleeding on the ground, was crushed the Son of God. 
 My tears flow in the night; yea, Lord, I weep for Thee; 
 Could not refrain from grief : Behold Gethsemane ! 
 
 The King of Glory, Thou, low lying on the ground! 
 Derisive speech, mean while, through realms infernal sound, 
 Jerusalem doth hear the same blasphemous strain. 
 Derision there proceeds from men of lips profane. 
 
 Oh One without a friend! Despised! Outcast of earth! 
 Disdained and set at naught; Thou subject of hell's mirth! 
 Among the sons of men Thou art the lowly One. 
 Thou stricken, smitten, grieved, afflicted, bleeding Son ! 
 
 Thus His desciples saw their Master put to shame. 
 And lo, they turn from Him, and soon disown His name. 
 They thought they'd reached the end : Saw naught but sore defeat ; 
 And bitter to their ears. His words till now so sweet. 
 
 And when He said to them: "God's armies, should I pray, 
 Would save Me from men's hands;" no faith at all had they. 
 Vanquished and brought grief, they thought, and all undone; 
 How could it be that such, could e'er befall God's Son? 
 
 And ah! those btiter hours! those days and nights of gloom! 
 
 Derision fell on them like words of final doom. 
 
 '"Twas waste of time.' they say: "Three years we've spent in 
 
 vain. 
 All hope is blasted now, and griefs alone remain." 
 
 "Had we but spent our time in humble, useful toil; 
 Remained in quiet life, and thus eschewed turmoil; 
 Most happy now we'd been, upon the placid shore, 
 With plenty fish and bread, for urchins 'round our door.'' 
 
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 ''We'll go once more to nets; we'll hire a boat and fish, 
 This gospel scheme's a fake; no use is earnest wish. 
 We thought He was of God — Our Lord, we loved so much — 
 Behold, He's put to shame! seems God is not in such.'' 
 
 "Much rather would we fish; there's peace in life at sea, 
 Since there from madening crowds we'd ever more be free, 
 A home of joy and calm, upon the peaceful strand, 
 Is worthy to be sought, by any prudent man.'' 
 
 ''We'll sing the fisher's song, keep time with stroke of oar. 
 And with each draught of net, feel joys we've felt before. 
 And there upon the sea, of waters blue, serene. 
 Forget our painful plight, and find from shame a screen." 
 
 ''Far better, on the sea, our days in peace to spend, 
 
 Than (as He said to us) that we should fish for men. 
 
 For though our hopes were great and love for what He taught. 
 
 Yet, though He fished for men, by men hath He been caught." 
 
 "So we'll forget the past, and hide away from scorn; 
 
 And though through night we toil, the feast will come at dawn. 
 
 The sea of Galilee shall be our home and grave, 
 
 We love its rolling deep, and music of its wave." 
 
 'Twas thus that they communed in hiding where they mourn. 
 Their hopes were shattered now, like dainty fabrics torn. 
 In after days they tried the things they here discussed; 
 Their risen Lord they saw and yet refused to trust. 
 
 But when they plied their nets it was a cheerless drudge. 
 Nor came the oldtime glee, with chuckle, jest and nudge. 
 They tried the fisher's song, but had no heart to sing. 
 Sounding their depths for joy, they found some other thing. 
 
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 The charm of sea was gone and that a dreary roar, 
 That used to come as chimes from reefs along the shore. 
 The silvery moon on wave and all the view was sad, 
 And wholly strange the scenes that used to make them glad. 
 
 For there were lowering clouds, no ray of light could rift. 
 Nor could they catch a fish by any kind of shift. 
 And through the cheerless night, all hungry, cold and wet, 
 There whispered in each heart: " 'Tis God gives empty net." 
 
 This Jesus was God's Son — that is, they'd thought it so ; 
 But since He's put to shame, the clouds of grief hung low. 
 The Son of God in grief, they could not understand. 
 How could it be that God is put to shame by man? 
 
 Convinced^ they thought they were, that they had been deceived; 
 And nothing in those hours their grief, or shame relieved. 
 The victory was hell's, they all as one concede; 
 And shame the ministry, to which they'd given heed. 
 
 Now Satan's councellors, he called to hear their word; 
 And one by one they spoke, while thoughtfully he heard. 
 '*0h thou exalted sage, and prince of hell, supreme. 
 Your victory is great, beyond our fondest dream.'' 
 
 ''The King, as He is called, is brought to dire disgrace, 
 And His disciples all ashamed to show their face. 
 The victory's complete, and glory great for you; 
 Honor and praise to all your valliant hosts are due." 
 
 "Your Majesty doth know the greatness of your power; 
 The force of your phalanx can nothing stand before, 
 The excellence of Greece and Rome is on your side; 
 The nations are your realm, great as the world is wide.'' 
 
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 Such was the trend of thought in many speeches made, 
 When Beelzebub, in rage, arose and tartly said: 
 ''My ears, ye prating fools, would fill with silly lies I 
 You'll keenly smart for this, no odds your rank, or size!" 
 
 "To lie to demons small, and men, is yours to do. 
 But when you face your prince, speak ye the word that's true ! 
 You're now consigned to cells with filthy, loathsome spooks, 
 Who'll tortue you with flames, and pierce you through with 
 hooks." 
 
 Those devils writhe and groan, on hearing thus their fate. 
 Their consternation fierce, that Satan's words create, 
 "Have we not told the truth?" Fiercely the demons cry. 
 "Not so!" said he in wrath, "ye're fools ! else choose to lie!'' 
 
 "Now know you all my court, and all ye demons wise, 
 That nothing for success can we herein devise. 
 This one we light is God; e'en God, the Holy Son. 
 To Him's the victory; we're wrechedly undone!" 
 
 Then pandemonium sent out great sounds of wrath; 
 And from eadh devil's throat there came a fiery blast. 
 Insistingly one spoke, and said, "Hear thou one breath; 
 This day I saw the Christ, being lead away to death!" 
 
 "Be seated there, thou knave!'' thus came the reprimand. 
 "For verily I know the power of God's right hand! 
 Let men, and demons small, believe pernicious lies. 
 'Tis true I find some joy in Christ's loud pircing cries." 
 
 "And His desciples' moans are music to mine ear. 
 But I command you now my palling words to hear; 
 They'll mourn in bitter grief three days and nights, or four; 
 And then 'twill turn on us a thousand fold, or more !'' 
 
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 Just now I have a throne, on high above the world, 
 In three more days I'll down with frightful force, be hurled, 
 That Christ is put to shame, and death, upon the tree, 
 Is glory to His name, but endless shame to me.'' 
 
 Meanwhile, about the cross, they rave with fiendish joy; 
 Derisive taunt the time, of men and fiends employ. 
 Great victory, they thought, achieved for Satan's hosts, 
 And hence they rend the air, shouting infernal boasts. 
 
 Christ's loved ones left the scene, could not endure the scorn ; 
 But hid themselves away, and bitterly they mourn. 
 His mother too withdrew from keenest sense of shame, 
 At hearing words of scorn so heaped on Jesus' name. 
 
 They'd nailed His hands and feet, and lifted Him on high. 
 For seven hours there sounds, from Calvary, His cry. 
 Jeruselem's grim walls those piercing sounds echo, 
 To His diciples hearts, like thrusts of swords, they go. 
 
 They cower before the blast, and writhe for dint of shame, 
 As storms of hell proceed and beat upon His name — 
 E'en lire and brimstone blasts, of savage demon ^age. 
 In annals of deviltry, just here's its blackest page. 
 
 The noon, did clouds of hell, obscure in blackest night: 
 Myriads of demon wings shut out all rays of light. 
 The dying Christ thus sank to deep inferno's gloom. 
 There drank to dregs the cup, of vilest sinner's doom. 
 
 The blackest of all nights frowned in the Saviour's face. 
 While He sank down to hell to save the sinful race. 
 In passion for our souls, He to our rescue flew; 
 Received, in His own heart, the wound to sinners due. 
 
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 And God, the Father, too bore pain of like degree, 
 Giving for us His Son, to die upon the tree. 
 The Holy Spirit felt all pain as did the Son, 
 Since, lost in depths of love, the Holy Three are one. 
 
 Thus sin's enormous breach, which marred each earthly zone 
 Went far beyond confines and smote the tri-une throne. 
 Thence brought, to pain and grief God's Well-Beloved, down 
 From glory's excellence to wear the thorny crown. 
 
 Oh heights and depths supreme ! who can the measure know 
 Of love, which moved God's heart, and humbled Jesus so ! 
 Ye men and angels look; let all God's realm behold; 
 Come see the depths of grace; and scan its heights of gold. 
 
 Come view the rock on which doth stand the jasper throne; 
 Such love sublime as this, elsewhere was never knov/n! 
 Throughout His boundless realms, let golden trumpets sound 
 How Christ, our sins to bear, from heaven to earth came down. 
 
 Obedient to death; God's law He thus observed; 
 Assumed His neighbor's guilt, His neighbor's sentence served. 
 Here's love whose measure's full whose zeal His life controlled; 
 Man, though In sin and shame, He loved as His own Soul. 
 
 Such work of love as this elsewhere, hath not been done; 
 Though 'twere at frightful cost. He made our sin His own. 
 All knees shall bow to Him, In whom's all fullness hid; 
 For He fulfilled the law, never one else who did. 
 
 He bowed His head In death, and darkness then departs; 
 Also the light doth shine Into some wicked hearts. 
 His body from the cross Is brought to Joseph's grave. 
 While o'er a sincursed world, had gone the hell borne wave. 
 
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 To find some hiding place, in hast, the fiends now went. 
 Jerusalem's defiled to this all men consent; 
 And feel the keenest pain because of conscious guilt. 
 Are haunted in their dreams for holy blood they'd spilt. 
 
 The hell-rage tide ran high, whose wave doth now recede, 
 And leaves behind the wreck of hell's most frightful deed. 
 The greatest night of joy, this Israel's night of song, 
 Is blackened by the pall of Israel's deed of wrong. 
 
 The blackest of all deeds that men or devils did! 
 Ah, memories so dread from these could they be hid! 
 Could they but find in hell, a vault to hide from shame. 
 They'd choose to take in lieu the pit's eternal flame. 
 
 But wounded was the soul; no place was there to hide 
 From sense of guilt within; or storms of shame outside. 
 Oh Wednesday night of gloom 1 Oh thought of somber pall ! 
 They burn the pascal lamb and have no feast at all. 
 
 The joyful pascal night, for once was naught but drear; 
 Their sense of wretched guilt, blighting its former cheer. 
 Oh joy of pascal night, why hast thou cowering fled? 
 Are Israel's armies slain? His mighty ones all dead? 
 
 Lo ! dreadful foes triumph and adversaries boast? 
 In battle hath he lost e'en slain are Israel's host? 
 Nay: that in lieu of this, much smaller were our grief; 
 But, Ah ! this flaming sin whose fires give no relief ! 
 
 High heaven felt the blow which drove the crucil nail; 
 And harps of glory hushed at Calvery's loud wail. 
 The pascal lamb was slain, Christ yielded up the ghost, 
 And passed to heavenly realm, mid greetings of its host. 
 
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 Three days and nights, full time; e'en seventy hours, and two. 
 Christ's body's in the grave ; Heaven's courts mean while review, 
 Computing sin's deep stain and damage it hath done; 
 If shame, in like degree, were borne of God, the Son. 
 
 Impending power, withheld was ready to proclaim; 
 That, to the uttermost, He'd bourne our grief and shame. 
 So when He's raised to life, thus sealed by power divine, 
 It was an act which doth all righteousness enshrine. 
 
 Now Michael his guns — His mighty guns he trained, 
 On every citadel, that holy blood had stained. 
 Ten thousand guilded courts where pompous worship kept, 
 Would be at his command by deadly missels swept. 
 
 The mightiest of these were trained on Satan's seat. 
 Exalted far above Olympic's high retreat. 
 There Satan sat a prince, on throne in shining realm; 
 Ten thousand of his chiefs were reigning there v/ith him. 
 
 He spent in golden pomp his latest hours on high, 
 Nor could he cease to quake however hard he'd try. 
 He'd given strict command: ''Securely seal Christ's tomb; 
 Should He from death arise, Alas, my fatal doom!" 
 
 "Secure it with Rome's seal, whose power is Caesar's throne 
 Combine the force of earth and hell to hold that stone. 
 Precarious hours are these — suspence and gnashing teeth ! 
 No strength remains to bring my sword from out its sheath." 
 
 The Sabbath was far spent, declining was the sun, 
 The hour was near at hand, when wonders should be done. 
 A mighty guard they'd placed, the Roman arm made bare, 
 So that to move the stone, no power on earth would dare. 
 
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 The women ready made spices the day before, 
 And at this hour they came, but none of these they bore; 
 They came to linger near; they loved Him more than gold. 
 Nor coming, had they thought, of wonders they'd behold. 
 
 To see God's power displayed no thought had they, or dream; 
 But there before their eyes the heavenly wonders teamed. 
 Bursting from throne above they saw It's golden glow, 
 And down, from courts on high, saw streams of glory flow. 
 
 A mighty angel came, the chosen guards fell down, 
 The stone was rolled away; with violence quakes the ground. 
 This stroke of seal divine fixed by the Father's hand. 
 Placed Christ upon the throne; all power at His command. 
 
 Like llgthtning flash of gold, the new made King arose; 
 On to the heavenly throne, triumphantly He goes. 
 With majesty of grace. He gave His hosts command. 
 Whose phalanx stood arrayed upon the golden strand. 
 
 Then thunders fiercely crash from heaven's golden guns ; 
 Like sounds of raging deep, came shouts of holy ones. 
 Speeding the missels glow like crater's fervid blaze; 
 In numbers like the sands, the citadels they rase. 
 
 Great glowing projectiles like blazing stars they went, 
 Out-speeding lightning's flash, so powerfully were sent. 
 They crash through Satan's forts, defying strongest walls; 
 The earth and sky's aflame so thickly flew the balls. 
 
 Ten thousand smote upon the lofty citadel, 
 
 And with a crash and roar the mighty structure fell. 
 
 So swiftly passed events amazing to repeat : 
 
 The stroke that raised up Christ, demolished Satan's seat. 
 
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 The harps of glory sound on this celestial day, 
 
 When all the hosts above intent on glad dispaly, 
 
 To celebrate the hour, He's crowned both Lord and King, 
 
 And through the heavenly realms triumphantly they sing. 
 
 ''Salvation, honor, power and glory be to Him!" 
 'Twas thus their praises came, a mighty surging stream. 
 A bright and golden age had dawned for men below, 
 And glory's millions glad that God had willed it so. 
 
 The meek and lowly Christ ascends the heavenly throne, 
 And holds the reins of power in every earthly zone. 
 Throuhgout the glory realms His scepter's power obtains. 
 O'er every sphere He holds, with princely hand, the reins. 
 
 All heavenly spheres are glad because He reigns supreme. 
 And hail, with gladsome song, the golden wonder dream. 
 A throne of power that love; His rule divine goodwill, 
 The fullness of Whose grace, shall earth and heaven fill. 
 
 The legend of His cross great wonder doth inspire. 
 His passion and His grace do light the heavenly fire. 
 From grief and lonely night, and groaning on the tree. 
 To glory's golden heights exalted thus was He. 
 
 The story of His throne do glory's millions sing. 
 
 His mystery of love, each like Himself a King, 
 
 Doth crown those millions there, on golden street and strand. 
 
 Who come from all the earth, in numbers, like the sands. 
 
 "Fear not, thou little flock!" oh hear His gracious words, 
 As witnessed by His cross; their seal, the risen Lord! 
 A rock of safe resort. He shields from every foe. 
 And hides each trembling soul, for aye, secure from woe. 
 
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 For every thing He gave; His throne, His life, His realm; 
 All things to Him most dear He freely gave to them. 
 No child of God so weak or saint is there so small, 
 But Christ shall him enthrone and chown him lord of all. 
 
 Beautiful realm of grace, where speaketh all one mind, 
 In sweet accord, to each: "The throne and kingdom's thine." 
 The realm whose law is love, the realm alone that's true. 
 Where none doth say, "It's mine,'' but each one saith, "For you." 
 
 The mind of Christ this is; behold Him on the tree! 
 There through each wound He saith, "Not for Myself, but thee" 
 This mind hath, through the cross, the victory complete, 
 And therefore every soul shall fall before His feet. 
 
 And happy's every one, who liveth to this end: 
 To know the love of Christ, and with His mind to blend. 
 But time, spent else than thus, hath shame for its reward; 
 Labor do they for death, who will not serve the Lord. 
 
 Momentus day and hour, when Christ received the crown I 
 Arising from the dead, just as the sun went down. 
 And forty seven days from this divine event, 
 The Holy Spirit came, as from the Father sent. 
 
 Event of power divine, by prophets long foretold. 
 
 To make the saints of God thence meekly strong and bold. 
 
 The Holy Comforter, in every faithful heart, 
 
 God's grace of faith and love, richly doth He impart. 
 
 And what a day of joy! that pentecostal feast! 
 The Holy Spirit's power their souls from fear released! 
 No more to cower in shame, or shirk from vaunting foe. 
 His holy fire thence made their lives like music flow. 
 
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 Their ministry God sealed with flame about their head; 
 And power to speak with tongues, confirmed the things they said. 
 E'en men of every speech, hearing could understand, 
 And knew 'twas all of God, and not the power of man. 
 
 '^Salvation's come; and strength! the kingdom of our God! 
 All nations Christ shall rule, as with an iron rod!' 
 Thus came from holy realms, sounding the heavenly voice. 
 For victory on earth, the hosts above rejoice. 
 
 The pagan soul had fled; the nations now were free; 
 Save that the man of sin, must rise from out the sea. 
 But vestal music's hushed; with heart no more to sing; 
 In sanctuaries grand, no more their voices ring. 
 
 Then incense's odors sweet, had lost their fragrant smell; 
 Were now a loathsome stench, as 'twere the fumes of hell. 
 No zest, or zeal was there; no life in pagan form, 
 Where once it flowed a tide or gay, ecstatic storm. 
 
 The smash of Satan's throne threw him a frightful fall ; 
 But Christ's desclples still, would choose to drink the gall. 
 The women tell of sights, they saw at Joseph's grave; 
 And those desciples heard, and yet no heed they gave. 
 
 The weeping still went on, though empty was the vault. 
 No grief is there, or pain, save when our faith's at fault. 
 The women even doubt, w*hat they'd so plainly seen; 
 E'en all the power of God, with glory's heav^enly sheen. 
 
 They'd seen the open grave, this readily they'd own. 
 But yet again they asked, "Who'll roll away the stone?" 
 But man broke not the seal, 'twas God's own hand that did; 
 Else ever more from sight, would Christ be sealed and hid. 
 
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 'Tis unbelief that seals; faith rolls the stone away. 
 For some Christ's grave is closed, unto this very day. 
 Who sees the open grave, doth see the heavenly light; 
 Communes, as Mary did, with beings robed in white. 
 
 Believe thou, in thine heart, God raised Him from the dead, 
 And whosoe'er thou art, shall taste the heavenly bread. 
 Shall surely know His love, an feed on food divine. 
 For thou shalt be God's son, and all things shall be thine. 
 
 If thou believest not, to thee He's in the grave. 
 And hence no power is there in Him, for thee to save. 
 Herein the work is sealed, e'en all that He hath done, 
 If He arose He is, if not He's not the Son. 
 
 For by thy faith His power to save is made thine own; 
 By faith's the consciousness of that which He hath done. 
 If thou believest not, to thee. He liveth not; 
 No life in Him, for thee, that He should change thy lot. 
 
 And hence thou art the judge; e'en thou dost fix thy guilt; 
 As self condemned, for thee, in vain His blood was spilt. 
 For unbelief's the power of guilt's uncanny blight: 
 He who believeth not shall never see the light. 
 
 Now John and Peter ran, at length constrained, to see; 
 For strange reports still came, and that persistently. 
 "What's taken place," they said; "And where's the chosen guard 
 What dauntless hand is this, a Roman seal hath marred?" 
 
 *'Now this is wonderful! and of amazing might! 
 For matchless is the power, that put Rome's guard to flight. 
 Do Greeks deny once more the strength of Roman arm? 
 But who hath heard the cry, and din of battle storm?" 
 
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 ^'Behold this potent seal, that verily It's broke! 
 What courage it required! how masterly the stroke ! 
 Now comes the flow of blood, for who can Rome defy? 
 And at this grave begin! who knows the reason why?" 
 
 Then came to them afresh the words the women said, 
 That angels had announced Christ's rising from the dead. 
 And so they thus communed: ''God broke this seal, — must be! 
 And that with hand of power, that men might know 'twas He". 
 
 But hope so small as yet just aggravated grief; 
 If any joy it brought, 'twas scant and very brief. 
 For many days they saw the Savior oft appear; 
 Thus were convinced at last and so relieved of fear, 
 
 When once they were convinced, no more could they feel saa ; 
 Communion then was sweet, and all their thoughts were glad, 
 He often talked with them; and though the forty days, 
 Emotions of their hearts were like sweet songs of praise. 
 
 The blow that smote the throne, on high where Satan sat, 
 Was like creation's power, and scarcely less than that. 
 It brought him down with force, for 'twas a frightful blow. 
 He and his hosts came down, an awful plunge they go. 
 
 For ages at fierce rate, and dazed they soaring went. 
 
 ''Woe to the earth and sea! since down to you they're sent." 
 
 Three hundred years they fell, at such terrific speed. 
 
 To halt they labored hard, but they could not succeed. 
 
 Like sound of thunders great, their plaintive doleful howl; 
 And all their faces grim with fierce dragonic scowl. 
 Ejected with such force; incensed to greatest wrath; 
 By dint of fiendish rage, fiercely their teeth they gnash. 
 
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 The earth, and sky, and sea, then echoed with their sound; 
 And quaked the solid earth, while they were coming down. 
 All earthly kingdoms fled, and thrones disolved away; 
 Foundations were removed, and scepters lost their sway. 
 
 For sore distress prevailed, o'er every land and sea, 
 Where devastating wars wrought flame and sword's decree. 
 A chief of excellence was great collossal Rome. 
 'Twas Satan's cherished haunt; His chief resort and home. 
 
 And great the fall thereof, by stroke of hand divine ! 
 Man's glory brought to ruin, with many a pagan shrine. 
 A mighty beast — 'twas slain, an effete, putrid mass. 
 'Twas God, who dealt the blow, such wonders brought to pass. 
 
 The beams of heavenly truth, God's chosen ones inspire. 
 They're like the fuller's soap; or like refiner's fire, 
 Whose golden light then shone throughout the realms of earth. 
 And streams began to flow where hitherto was thirst 
 
 The Holy Spirit came; He, God of truth and might. 
 A virgin walked the earth in purest robes of white. 
 ZIon the beautiful ! the bride ! celestial queen ! 
 Nothing before so fair the world had ever seen. 
 
 No evil thing for thee, thou love of Christ, thy Lord ! 
 In storms He is thy strength; thy conquest's through His word. 
 How pure thy robes of white ! how sweet thy words of truth ! 
 Zion! how excellent wast thou, In dew of youth! 
 
 Thy foes have tried by wounds to make thy garments red. 
 But drenched in blood that's thine more white they be instead. 
 Zion, thou queen of love ! thou graceful holy church ! 
 Vainly did hell essay thy holy robes to smirch. 
 
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 Thou oil of healing balm! thou salt and light of earth! 
 How little nations know of thine intrinsic worth! 
 Would stab thee to the heart, and choke from thee thy breath. 
 E'er thirsting for thy blood, they haunt thy paths with death. 
 
 Oh feeble, foolish man ! in darkness dost thou grope. 
 Out thou wouldst blot all good, and blast our every hope. 
 In league thou art with hell, with fiends delight to serve, 
 With fiends shall be thy lot, for such dost thou deserve. 
 
 The church, that walked the earth; Christ's spouse, divinely 
 
 chaste ; 
 Whose splendor, excellent, was meek celestial grace; 
 As with a mighty blow, disolved the corner stone; 
 Removed the rock on which was built the throne of Rome. 
 
 But, in her fall, Rome grasped that hand, till then so pure. 
 And turned the bride from Christ by pomp of earthly lure. 
 Thus came her blight and shame; her locks of power all shorn. 
 Forsook the law of Christ for pagan code and form, 
 
 What stain, of garments white, kneeling in filth to drink 
 From foul cespools of cult, whose slime's infernal stink 
 Hath sickened all the earth. Ah, sickening's the stench. 
 From where she burns in flames eons shall never quench ! 
 
 Oh one iniquitous ! just recently so pure ! 
 How odious thy stench! of hell thou art the sewer. 
 Offensive is thy shame whose odors rise from thee ! 
 Filthy thou art in cult, and, socalled, holy see. 
 
 To worship chip, or stick; adore a rag, or bone; 
 Bowing before mere soot; relic of hair, or stone. 
 With mummery of priest, and pompous homage role ! 
 Ah, filth of filths thou art! and thrice a fiend in soul! 
 
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 While steeped in every sin, thou feignest to be pure. 
 
 Thou foul arch-hypocrite ! of hell the very sewer ! 
 
 Oh where's thy sober thought! and where's thy blush of shame I 
 
 For surely thou dost know thy foul reproach of name. 
 
 What ails great Zion now, but taints of Roman filth? 
 
 The robes, and ')eads, and bones, from pagan shrines she filched: 
 
 Descent from high estate. Oil tragic, tragic scene 1 
 
 Such black hypocrisy elsewhere hath never been. 
 
 Oh pall and somber cloud, that hangs about her face ! 
 The record of her deeds eons shall not erase. 
 Where is the power that once was her's when robed in white? 
 Her flaming light of truth dispelling pagan night? 
 
 Her simple raiment pure, of meek and humble trust? 
 Her excellence of grace, reducing Rome to dust? 
 And paralyzed the arm, what slaughtered saints of old? 
 A grace that far outshone all wreath of gems and gold? 
 
 Where is the holy faith, that healed the sick and lame? 
 l^hcit made the holy word to burn a heavenly flame? 
 Alas, the church of power : God's power in every stride, 
 Has turned her feet away from paths of truth aside. 
 
 Hath left her guide of youth, and covenant of God; 
 And after vanities, an evil way hath trod; 
 Hath heeded voices strange, and God she hath not heard; 
 Loving the code of lies more than His Holy Word. 
 
 Lies are her daily bread; her guides are prating fools, 
 Who think to build God's house with hell's infernal tools. 
 Come thou eternal God; come with thy flaming sword; 
 Come cleanse the house of prayer; come with thy scourge of cords. 
 
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 The Pantheon at Rome was for all gods the den; 
 For fellowship of gods, and sought the cherished end, 
 Of bringing all the tribes into devout accord; 
 Assembling, to this end, of gods a motly horde. 
 
 A well known scheme, by kings and senators, devised; 
 To blend all men as one, in sympathetic ties. 
 United kingdoms stand; devided kingdoms fall. 
 Religious ties they knew were strongest ties of all. 
 
 'Twas wise state policy, and well approved the scheme, 
 To blend all souls in one religio-mystic dream. 
 Such universal bond served as a corner stone; 
 Foundation most secure, on which to build the throne. 
 
 All gods there sat as one, assembled side by side. 
 
 And praise to all alike swelled one majestic tide. 
 
 From common altar too, the incense sweet arose. 
 
 'Twas in such fellowship, that Rome her strength reposed. 
 
 All nations therefore bowed to one imperial throne. 
 As solidly it stood, on this chief corner stone. 
 But Christ, the lowly one, claimed neither lot nor part 
 In splendid earthly pose, or grand celestial mart. 
 
 In pantheons of fame had He no honored place. 
 Nor sought He fellowship with gods of alien race. 
 Against the alien gods aye firmly did He stand; 
 Waging the holy war, with mighty sw^ord in hand. 
 
 His church proclaimed herself the holy queen of heaven; 
 Her Lord's the only name, among the nations given. 
 Whereby that any soul might have eternal gain, 
 By riches of His grace, with Him on high to reign. 
 
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 Denouncing gods of Rome, and homage paid to them; 
 
 The blighting curse and sin of every earthly realm; 
 
 The fawning pomp of Rome as vanity and lies, 
 
 Whose paths lead down to hell, whence clouds infernal rise. 
 
 The gladatorial fair, of sin the ripest fruit, 
 
 The name of Rome defiles, with voice of shame ne'er mute 
 
 It cries against her hilJs, and all her golden show; 
 
 Whose worm doth never die; whose fires cease not to glow I 
 
 What clouds so black are those, that hang about her spires? 
 And streets where martyrs bled, or writhed in papal fires? 
 Infernal clouds they are, and rise, with sickening stench, 
 From fires, tormenting Rome, eons shall never quench. 
 
 Thou city holding sway, who ruled the kings of earth; 
 Thou monsteress, arise and curse thy day of birth ! 
 Enorinous are thy sins*, unbounded is t.iy sha:.re. 
 All nations shall abhor thy foul reproach of name. 
 
 As Satan reigned so thou, with him, didst rise and fall. 
 Thy ramparts he hath built; ever thou art his thrall. 
 He built the pedestal where aye hath stood thy tower. 
 Thy glory too was his; his thine imperial power. 
 
 For Satan's throne was high; e'en Jupiter's was lower. 
 'Twas like Aurora's — high; exalted even more. 
 Higher than pagen gods, for his own make were they. 
 'Twas he the nations led after those gods astray. 
 
 The system he had built; the soul of it was he; 
 A regimen his own, his universal see. 
 A fabric strongly made with human, life for woof, 
 All woven in the web of Satan's own behoof. 
 
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 With yoke upon the neck of all the human race; 
 Exalted Satan sat, on throne of golden place. 
 While heavenly wonders shone around his princely court, 
 To him as to a god, benighted souls resort. 
 
 'Twas from such heights he fell when flashed those guns above; 
 Ten thousand flaming darts, through all his ramparts drove, 
 Bursting the cornerstone, disolved his mighty tower. 
 Hence came his frightful fall, from heights of golden power. 
 
 The mighty building had for ages grandly stood, 
 And all the world declared, 'twas excellently good. 
 His palace Satan kept with powerful sword and shield. 
 Till to the King Divine, his throne of power must yield. 
 
 Those great possessions now were seized by Christ, the King, 
 Who came, the Holy One, a reign of life to bring. 
 Culture of Greece then proved for Him a happy boon. 
 Her intellect had reached the heights of golden noon. 
 
 Philosophers of Greece had taught the world to think, 
 And from the fount of thought's o'erflowing richness drink; 
 To love the deeper things, and search for highest good; 
 To seek and hunger for all precious mental food. 
 
 Such minds, most eagerly, would turn to gospel truth; 
 Finding resources there, just blooming into youth. 
 Abounding, rich in thought, excelling all the rest. 
 In this resource is found, the golden boon of guest. 
 
 No Grecian had found the Savior's golden rule. 
 
 Nor found the Scribes Divine, who writes with unseen tool 
 
 Upon the soul of man; so that, with nature new, 
 
 He loves the needful thing, and this one thing to do. 
 
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 To sit at Jesus' feet, and hear His gracious word; 
 
 Of this, the highest good, no Grecian had heard. 
 
 The cultured intellect in soil for gospel seed; 
 
 Though far, the gospel truth, man's wisest thoughts exceed. 
 
 'Twas 'mid a revelry in honor to his name, 
 To celebrate the part of Judas in the game, 
 When flashed the darts that smote the ramparts, courts and 
 
 thrones 
 Sent clouds of fell debris down through etherical zones. 
 
 And down, the blackened hosts, all came with horrid roar; 
 Ejected with such force, as they'd not felt before. 
 And thus they loudly spoke : ''Oh grievous, grievous fall ! 
 Our splendid courts on high no more we'll see at all!" 
 
 * 'They' re dashed to finest dust, through God Almighty's wrath, 
 Whose blow hath sent us out, through wilds wtihout a path. 
 And fiercely driven by enormous burning orbs 
 And pressing on with these there comes His flaming sword. 
 
 The millions reigning there, struck with terrific force. 
 Were driven out through space, going a frightful course. 
 Like comets all ablaze, they pass the orbs on high, 
 Like clouds of flaming stars, at lightning speed, they fly. 
 
 And loudly they complain of flame and piercing ray: 
 "Oh fearful glare and speed! they drive our sense away. 
 Wish that Almighty God had other means devised; 
 See all our tortured hosts, and hear their plaintive cries I" 
 
 ''And see you yonder orb stands in the way we go; 
 Alas, if we should strike! how terrible the blow! 
 Striking its atmosphere, at such terrific pace, 
 Would sear the very bone; disfigure form and face," 
 
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 **Oh dread and piercing pain! the soul it wilts like fire! 
 
 Oh black and blackening blight of God's vindictive ire ! 
 
 How long to shrivel thus in crisping heat we feel! 
 
 Its deadening power all through the heart and soul doth steal." 
 
 **If to the earth we drive immensely long's the way. 
 But driven, by the wrath of God, who knoweth whence we stray? 
 Down to gehenna's flames, if just He that should deem, 
 And sinking there, to wilt in fire's eternal stream." 
 
 "Fierce judgment doth await no matter where we land. 
 Through lowering clouds of wrath, He comes with sword in hand. 
 To earth doth it require three hundred years of flight; 
 And ah ! this vivid glare ! how yearn we for black night !" 
 
 "What these long ages bring, are horrors to relate. 
 Had we but won the Christ, 'twould saved from this our fate — 
 This sad defeat and fall — and this our hosts all knew; 
 And to defile His mind, did all that hell could do." 
 
 "But now had we the life, we had before this stroke, 
 Unneccessary 'twere that thus we drag and croak. 
 Ten thousand times we'd move, than now, move nimbly swift: 
 And not compelled before these clouds of darts to drift." 
 
 "But fly from flaming wrath, and God's fierce cudgel beat! 
 From God Almighty's scourge, swiftly would we retreat. 
 'Tis frightful speed impelled by such a stunning blow, 
 But ere His felling stroke, such pace were deathly slow.'' 
 
 "Oh could there come relief! or were the ages fewer. 
 That we must writhe in pain, and frightful flames endure !, 
 Alas, alas, our fate ! most greviously undone ! 
 How wretched 'tis to think, we fought the Holy Son!" 
 
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 ''But wrath doth seek a vent; to fight our will doth lead; 
 But who doth war with God, shall rue such wicked deed. 
 Ever we hlush lor shame; no end hath our disgrace; 
 Because we fought with God, contending face to face. ' 
 
 And after ages thus, before celestial storms, 
 They're driven near the earth — those shocking, hateful storms. 
 The waves of trouble broke upon the earth and sea. 
 Vesuvius, in rage, poured wrath on Pompeii. 
 
 About this time it was, that Nero played his role, 
 And filled the earth with filth from his nefarious soul. 
 Jeruselem had knelt and kissed the dragon's hand. 
 Hence word of her reproach went out to every land. 
 
 As Satan's armies came down thundering through the skies, 
 Convulsed was all the earth, and harrowed by their cries. 
 All families of men were chilled b)^ frightful sound. 
 And shuder too to see the sky's dragonic frown. 
 
 Their landing was at Rom.e, about the Tiber's banks. 
 Through ever land went forth the black infernal ranks. 
 Who stirred the empire's wrath against the righteous sun 
 Causing the martyr's blood more freely thence to run. 
 
 Famines, and divers plagues, the fairest lands laid waist, 
 And Rome, with mighty arm, gave nations gall to taste. 
 Black clouds of smoke arose, as from inferno's heat. 
 And blood, of martyred saints, drenched every Roman street. 
 
 Recovering from his shock, and wounds he had received, 
 The devil walked about; and mournfully he grieved; 
 Amazed to see the ruins, of splendid realms and thrones; 
 He rolled himself in dust, and dofully he moaned : 
 
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 "How terrible!'' he said; "this crushing stroke of wrath, 
 Hath sent me out from power, as strongly wind driveth chaff. 
 From palace, court, and throne, I passed as mists of morn. 
 My vast and boundless realms from me are rudely torne.'' 
 
 "My strength and glory's gone, like one advanced in age. 
 A sphere of action's left, but where's my golden stage? 
 For me, hath God decreed, a fragment should remain ; 
 But naught is this compared with realms of former reign." 
 
 "The time allowed is short; 'tis but a trifling space. 
 In every way I'm left most loathsomely disgraced! 
 My groveling lot's so mean, my throne so insecure, 
 A wretched worm am I; can scare myself endure!" 
 
 "A hiss am I to spooks and feeble's my command, 
 Whereas once splendid realms I held with grasp of hand. 
 And Rome's foundation's gone; her gods of fame afar. 
 A.nd lo ! she welters now, in blood from many a scar!" 
 
 "But agents are at work to organize my see. 
 For septer, throne and power, its form and life shall be. 
 This bride of Christ so fair; my nets are for her feet. 
 I've snares set everywhere — in court, in church, in street." 
 
 "And bishops even now the corner stone have placed, 
 Not knowing they contrive to lay great Zion waste. 
 By building me a throne, which they shall soon complete, 
 And make the sanctuary a filthy fiends' retreat." 
 
 "Sore persecution's now a factor in this move, 
 -Vnd en the other hand is sordid worldly love. 
 The van'ty of show, and love of ease and gold: 
 These all conspire as one, to place me in control." 
 
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 "'The offer Christ refused his church shall soon accept, 
 For many demons have into her bosom crept. 
 The kingdoms of this world, and glories of their thrones 
 Will prove a snare to all her worldly minded ones." 
 
 *'The wound received on high I never shall survive; 
 It paralyzed my strength, and left me scarce alive. 
 But ril rebuild once more my citadels of fame; 
 And holy shall they be, but only such in name." 
 
 "The church shall I exalt, and give a powerful arm. 
 She'll worship at my feet; bow down to worldly charm. 
 The thing that Christ would not, His bride shall do instead; 
 Of her ril make a realm of which Til be the head." 
 
 "The blood of saints shall flow, for sooth, for Christ's own sake; 
 For of the holy church, will I a demon make; 
 And she'll excell In guile, all crafty fiends of yore; 
 Surpass, in deeds of shame, all hell hath seen before.'' 
 
 The empire torn to shred; the world convulced with pain; 
 In all the nations strife, for sword of wrath that reigned. 
 No throne of power was there, nor any hand to save 
 From throngs of savage hordes, in devastating waves. 
 
 The bride with deftly hand removed the corner stone, 
 Convinced the world that fake were all the gods of Rome. 
 Desolving thus the rock, the great colossus fell. 
 And hence the savage tribes flowed in like floods of hell. 
 
 Wonders of gospel truth, with bride arrayed in white, 
 Were like the morning sun dispelling pagan night. 
 Not with a carnal sword, but words divinely sweet, 
 Did she subdue the earth till Rome fell at her feet. 
 
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 Her blood that long had flowed but magnified her grace ; 
 Her faith, and hope, and love, confirmed by what she faced. 
 Her blood soiled not her robes, made them more white appear. 
 The tortues of the flame ne'er made her cringe with fear. 
 
 Amazed was all the world at grace that she possessed, 
 Her words of wondrous truth, her spotlessness of dressi 
 So fortified by faith from fear was she secure. 
 Through every scourging storm calmly did she endure. 
 
 The pagan sword was keen, and painful was its stroke, 
 But better bleed than bow beneath the pagan yoke. 
 For precious in God's sight is blood that flows for Him; 
 Who bleedeth for God's sake hath joy no foe shall dim. 
 
 How beautiful is death, when dying for His sake. 
 For him who thus expires, no storm his claim shall shake. 
 To stand for God is grace, whose glories never fade, 
 And in the hour of gloom, He's ever there to aid. 
 
 What prostitution 'twas, with devils to consort; 
 To kiss the pagan hand, for gleam of earthly court! 
 For greed of sordid gold, and earthly nectar's taste, 
 Those spotless robes of white, on Pluto's altars place ! 
 
 The Diocletian hand, the strongest one on earth, 
 
 Was busy drawing blood, to slake the Roman thirst. 
 
 So flowed the blood of saints, 'twas called the "Martyr Age;'' 
 
 i\nd mid such scenes it was, the fiend came on the stage. 
 
 The star of actors he, and chief of all the troop. 
 
 He soon ensnared the church in his Satanic coop. 
 
 Since caught in such a trap, her hurts hath never healed; 
 
 None else was it than this: "That man of sin revealed." 
 
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 'Twas Constantine who made the move that won the game 
 And brought the spotless bride to lowest filth and shame. 
 By vanity constrained, to earthly throne she goes; 
 Foregoing righteous robes, for splendid royal pose. 
 
 The glory of this world was that for which he sought, 
 As for tlie church of Christ, the boon was dearly bought. 
 For gleam of earthly throne, disowned her heavenly birth; 
 For egoes the righteous crown for sordid claims of earth. 
 
 Since Constantine then saw, the structure crumbling down; 
 That swiftly passed away, Rome's septer, throne, and crown. 
 That there was not in her the living soul of yore; 
 That pagan gods could serve, as life of state no more. 
 
 That all the blood Rome shed, in effort to repair. 
 Was so much futile waste, contending with despair. 
 'Twas vain to try, with sword, to bring the dead to life; 
 To spill the blood of saints, was madly foolish strife. 
 
 That pagan cult as once the living soul of Rome, 
 The very stream of life, from which to power she'd grown, 
 Had had its mortal wound three hundred years before, 
 And swords of Rome had power to give it life no more. 
 
 That thrusts of sword but stirred a fetid loathsome corpse; 
 Hence only stench was there in wake of Rome's coihorts. 
 'Twas plain to Constantine, the old would never do, 
 And so he went about to build a structure new. 
 
 Well knew he that the world must have a basal rock; 
 A solid central thought, around which souls would flock; 
 A spiritual hub, in which all spokes would meet; 
 Without such central force, the state was incomplete. 
 
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 He knew that such a rock was no where to be found; 
 The Christian rock too high, the pagan too low down, 
 The world was in the mill, and crushed between the stones ; 
 Within the dreadful gulf, or breach, between eons. 
 
 End of the ages had come, and hence the sullen gloom. 
 The corpse, so long a stench, must pass into the tomb. 
 The pagan age pass on like ocean's rolling wave, 
 And all the gods thereof rest in oblivion's grave. 
 
 The edifice disolved, the world its stones must hew, 
 And from foundation up, construct entirely new. 
 Material must come from quarries yet unknown, 
 Yet undiscovered ledge produce the corner stone. 
 
 'Twas Constantine who would the new foundation make; 
 Of fragments, from the ruins, some chosen stones he'd take. 
 The Christian name he'd use the form without to guild, 
 While all the space within with pagan stuff he filled. 
 
 He carved with sword of state till perfect, neat, and trim. 
 He had a cult to fit each one's fastidious whim; 
 Of all diverging thought, and jumble-junk of creed. 
 Brought forth the new-born cult — a great success indeed. 
 
 Nicaean council called, the scheme to consummate ; 
 And there it was the bride met her deplorable fate. 
 The holy people's power just there was turned to blight, 
 And to the wilderness the woman took her flight. 
 
 Three hundred bishops there dignity of rank. 
 From Rome's Nicaean cup, wine of polution drank. 
 And drunkened by the draught, they lost the holy way, 
 And from the paths of truth thence forth they went astray. 
 
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 Within the spacious court they sat august serene 
 And listened to prince who spake with gracious mien 
 *'Ye holy men of God, be yours the joy I find 
 In speaking things today I long have had in mind." 
 
 "My heart hath mourned for you, through all these painful 
 
 years. 
 For Christ your blood was shed; for you were shed my tears. 
 I earnestly desire to see the church supreme; 
 And here I wish fulfilled this my exalted dream.'' 
 
 "This great and golden Rome hath withered like a rose, 
 Before the gospel sun. This all the senate knows. 
 Unwisely emperors have tried to hinder light, 
 With clouds of flame and sword, to bring again the night." 
 
 "They did this not because Christ they considered bad, 
 They saw in Him such light as none before had had. 
 But Rome on darkness stood; on pagan cult resolved, 
 And fatal 'twas for Rome to have this rock disolved." 
 
 "The light of Christ dispelled the night like mists of morn, 
 Then sank colossal Rome all sundered and forlorn. 
 Expedient it is that nations have one heart; 
 If otherwise they prove, their glory must depart.'' 
 
 "The pantheon long served the greatly cherished end, 
 Of causing all the world, in heart, as one to blend. 
 There all divinities in sanctuary placed; 
 For Rome thus honored all the gods of every race.'' 
 
 "Most excellent the scheme! for Rome, supremely good; 
 A pedestal on which the great colossus stood. 
 But now that pedestal has long since passed away; 
 Christ's word disolving it, like floods disolving clay." 
 
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 ''Already had Rome disolved when I received the crown; 
 Her great colossal form lay sundered on the ground. 
 3ut I have done the work which none before me did; 
 And from your eyes I wish that this should not be hid." 
 
 "Most earnestly and true Fve been the Christian's friend. 
 Devoutly to this cause my princely aid I lend. 
 The world hath undergone a mighty change of heart 
 And it has turned away from Rome's celestial mart." 
 
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 I've gone about the task, to build entirely new; 
 The mighty strength Rome devoting there unto. 
 The pantheon disolved, the Christ must take its place; 
 To Him must turn all men of every tribe and race.'' 
 
 "And Christ the thought to which all men shall gravitate ; 
 And hence the corner-stone, on which we'll build the state. 
 Providing your love for Him, ye suffered for His sake, 
 So now let us of Him the new foundation make." 
 
 "For this I called you here to save the churdh and Rome. 
 If all men turn to Christ, 'twill intercept our doom, 
 As for the church, 'twill place a scepter i nher hand; 
 Exalting her to throne, 'twill give her great command." 
 
 "The empire's mighty 'hand shall bear the church on high, 
 So that her foes from hence she'll ever more defy. 
 Now soft must be her words toward all the pagan gods ; 
 Caressingly the stroke of all her chastening rods.'' 
 
 "Let foes now meet and kiss — the pagan and the saint; 
 Allay the fear that lest our garments we might taint. 
 Be fellowship alone the universal creed. 
 For he who loveth all doth do the noble deed.'' 
 
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 'Let pagans bring their gods, if so they seem disposed, 
 And to no worshiper the Christian church be closed 
 We thus will win all men and build a buUwark strong; 
 The empire and the saints have hitherto been wrong." 
 
 *'Let none be foes save those who will not thus unite; 
 But obstinate dissent relentlessly we'll fight. 
 Exalted thus to throne the church shall sit a queen 
 Her grace excell all pose the world thus far hath seen." 
 
 "Most nobly you've done, responding to my call; 
 Be yours my great delight, with which I greet you all. 
 Our common Lord preside, while we deliberate; 
 His church exalt to throne, likewise exalt the state." 
 
 That great palatial hall then echoed with acclaim. 
 Thus opening wide the gate upon the road to shame. 
 And through that gate went she, the bride till then so chaste; 
 Became the blackest shrew, that hath the world disgraced. 
 
 Now with tiara crowned, tiara new and old; 
 And crowned with fillet too, the Roman crown of gold; 
 A Christian prince so called, and pagan chief of priests. 
 Through him to being came the seven-headed beast. 
 
 Beast ravenous and wild, fiercely insatiate. 
 
 Greed, true to Roman type, inordinately great. 
 
 Would gulp earth and sea, with thrones and realms and all. 
 
 Take all at one fell draught, and count the vintage small. 
 
 Religion naught but tool; a tool and nothing more; 
 
 Invading larger realms, to open wide their door. 
 
 As for the kind he used he had but little taste. 
 
 Save that he saught the kind that made the greatest haste. 
 
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 One end had he in view, and to this end was born ; 
 Dominion, throne of power, and all things else he scorned.. 
 No name did he regard, nor feared he God, or men; 
 One god alone was his; 'twas this, this sordid end. 
 
 Hence he was Satan's child, his institute of wrath; 
 
 For none e'er slaughtered saints as this great monster hath 
 
 Out of the pit he came; into the pit must go; 
 
 The man of sin is he, strewing the earth with woe. 
 
 A great conglomerant, compound of pagan creeds. 
 Using the Christian name to cloak its filthy deeds. 
 'Twas Satan's last regime, last throne on which he sat; 
 Into the pit he went, on being cast down from that. 
 
 All curse must now remove, with every stain of sin; 
 A golden age has come, its dawn is ushering in. 
 Its day doth brighter grow, its joy shall never end, 
 Its glory shall increase till God shall dwell with men. 
 
 From Ano Domini three hundred twenty five 
 John saw the gaudy shrew in luxury to thrive. 
 The Beast, who carried her, the fiend from out the pit. 
 Upon the monster fiend he saw the harlot sit. 
 
 In queenly robes she sat, mid gay and royal feast. 
 From Constantine's time on she sat upon the beast. 
 Her golden cup was full; full of her filthy wine. 
 Her name is Babylon, of morbid fleshy mind. 
 
 She, from her cup of filth, made all the nations drink: 
 To sin and infamy, she caused the world to sink. 
 The archadulteress, and mother of harlots she; 
 The shrew of magic art's infernal mystery. 
 
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 Boasting that she's a queen, that grief she'll never know, 
 But there's impending doom for her, God fixed it so. 
 'Tis grief, and pain, and death, her merchants see her burn; 
 With fear and mournful cries they quickly from her turn. 
 
 She burneth in the flame, and smokes from her ascend. 
 God visits her in wrath, she's judged before all men. 
 Her sins had reached the throne, and heaven beheld her shame: 
 A hold of unclean birds : a loathing is her name. 
 
 Her merchants loudly mourn, for no man buys their stuff. 
 Of shameful merchandise, the world has had enough, 
 The merchant-men of seas lament with great surprise, 
 And trembling they mourn, to see her smoke arise. 
 
 Maintained her policies like rigid walls of steel; 
 With dungeon's frown behind, and armies In the field. 
 She had maintained the throne; to her naught else was dear, 
 Naught else a sacred thing; of God had she no fear. 
 
 Supremacy she'd kept, as 'twere the oath of God, 
 That every source of power should come beneath her rod. 
 Her priesthood made the source of all the heavenly bread, 
 And by her priests alone must hungry souls be fed. 
 
 To go elsewhere was death most torturous to brook, 
 For heavenly food all souls must to the priesthood look. 
 She'd cornered all supplies In strongly guarded stores, 
 So that each one must needs resort unto her doors. 
 
 All source of earthly power seized with rapacious jaw, 
 And all the golden stores to satiate her maw. 
 Competing shops she closed as with an Iron rod, 
 So kindled she the fires which burns the word of God. 
 
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 Her policies of rule are symbolized by hue, 
 The white horse and the red, the black and pale ones too. 
 It was on these she stood, as feet of beasts are four; 
 By these arose and fell; by these and nothing more. 
 
 Exacting in her lusts and regal in her gown, 
 The sword was in her hand, behind her dungeons frowned. 
 And many boasts went out from Rome's black seven hills, 
 And her nefarious deeds would many a volume fill. 
 
 Priestcraft the corner stone, on which the structure stood; 
 For priests monopolized the stores of heavenly food. 
 In such a mystic rule you see the real beast, 
 As priests enslaved mankind the Popes enslaved the priests. 
 
 'Twas Constantlne who laid the corner stone of cult; 
 But ages were required to finish what he built, 
 Many an architect in this great work took part, 
 According to the mind who planned it from the start. 
 
 Leo and Greogory showed excellence of skill; 
 
 And others follows suit and strongly did they build. 
 
 A mighty builder too was found in Charlemagne; 
 
 He saved the church from ruin, and gave it power to reign. 
 
 The head the Lombards smote to Charlemagne appealed; 
 'Twas through his powerful aid, the deadly wound was healed. 
 And all the world then went after the priestly whim; 
 Praising the beast they said: "Who can make war with him.'' 
 
 Behold nations enmass for ages thus led down. 
 
 Beneath the yoke of priests and shrew in gaudy gown. 
 
 The earthly life of all was then within her clutch. 
 
 She's "Babylon the Great!" for God hath named her such. 
 
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 All destiny she claimed to save, or damn at will; 
 
 A corner stone secure on which throne to build. 
 
 As to their mortal life, and soul Immortal too, 
 
 The people were the priests', and lived their will to do. 
 
 Her stern edicts they feared far more than wrath of King; 
 For superstitlously they crouched beneath her wing. 
 Far more than viper's fang they loahed the King, though great, 
 If him, the pope should choose, to excommunicate. 
 
 This power most mystical in that degenerate age. 
 Sustained the Pope en role on drama's lofty stage, 
 As star of actor in humanity's great play. 
 Until the scene was changed at dawn of golden day. 
 
 Corrupting greed for power and filthy lives of shame, 
 Ate out the Roman life, and tarnished aye her name. 
 For now the world aroused, by summons from on high, 
 Began to search for light and raise the freedom cry. 
 
 And very soon the beast felt wounds of saber stroke, 
 For nations were resolved to break the priestly yoke. 
 His mystery was doomed; the day was drawing near. 
 The night of Roman cult began to disappear. 
 
 So long the Latin race maintained the rod of state. 
 And all within their grasp, the reins of human fate. 
 But now they see the rod beyond their grasp of greed. 
 Hence cry they loudly for the fell deathdealing steed. 
 
 In him they fondly trust; admiringly they gaze 
 Upon his savage tread, relentlessness of ways, 
 No odds for truth, or right, or cry of innocence; 
 They'd satiate their greed at any, or all expense. 
 
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 Most eagerly they gloat o'er dread Bartholomew, 
 And every work of pain that hell contrived to do, 
 They loved the pallid horse and Prayue of bloody stain; 
 In such did they repose for strength to thrive and reign. 
 
 The throne of heavenly power was shaken by the horse, 
 Who mightily pressed on his devastating course. 
 The earth convulsed beneath his crushing tramp of hoof. 
 His tread was fraught with death, and mercy stood aloof. 
 
 Dark clouds obscured the sun; the moon withdrew its light; 
 The world recoiled and sunk to mediaeval night. 
 The streak of golden dawn, the earth through Luther graced. 
 The devil, in his wrath with edge of sword erased. 
 
 He laid the cities waste, and many a fertile vale. 
 On his rampage of death, the horse he road was pale, 
 O'er fairest lands of France, o'er Netherlands and Spain, 
 And o'er the German realms with death and hell in train. 
 
 The stars of heaven fell; those stars who brightly shone, 
 On Luther's golden morn, from out celestial zone. 
 Shining so splendidly as orbs of heaven gleam. 
 Then disappeared from view as fantoms thence to seem. 
 
 Amazing night of gloom and universal stress, 
 When over nations went the horse of hell and death. 
 The pivot of the age, the turning of the tide; 
 Their riding desperate, for thus no more they'd ride. 
 
 Truth's wave that shook the world like ocean's rolling tide 
 Began to lose its force, and backwardly to glide. 
 Because of blood it took Rome's thirst to satiate. 
 All protestants would she with sword exterminate. 
 
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 She German plains laid waste, and drenched the land with blood; 
 For thirty years there swelled war's devastating flood. 
 With shriek and clash of arms and flow of blood by day ; 
 By night devouring flames with din of bloody fray. 
 
 The children grew to men without the tender care, 
 That makes the land to bloom its righteous fruit to bear. 
 No moral law was there but vice grimly supreme. 
 Ruled through the bloody night of long hideous dream. 
 
 A hundred years had past since Luther's dawn first shone ; 
 And all those years were war, contending for the throne. 
 The Latin soul consumed by overpowering greed, 
 Devoted to this god their life, and thought, and deed. 
 
 A devastating fire is such unbridled lust; 
 
 They court the flames of hell who woo the sordid dust. 
 
 Building of earthly thrones to satisfy desire. 
 
 Doth pave the way to death and hell's eternal fire. 
 
 A race, from scenes obscure, God led forth by the hand; 
 Exalting them to throne. He gave to them command. 
 He curbed the morbid lust, of Roman guild profane. 
 So priests coming to want, as beasts no more to reign. 
 
 The angel came with power, with key, and mighty chain, 
 Procalming thence the close of Satan's earthly reign. 
 Laying on him his hand, bound him a thousand years. 
 Hence from that time on thrones sat holy, princely peers. 
 
 Then jubilee began with dawning of the day. 
 When Zion's light arose, and darkness rolled away. 
 The harlot's throne removed; no more doth she command; 
 The scepter having passed into a nobled hand. 
 
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 What were those scenes of strife three hundred years ago, 
 But workings of God's hands, transforming realms below? 
 His bringing forth to reign a new peculiar race, 
 Through whom to all the earth. He'd bring His streams of grace ? 
 
 Beneath the angel's hand the serpent writhed in vain. 
 Struggling to free himself from God's encoiling chain ! 
 For he must yield to force and go into the pit. 
 While elders robed in white on thrones of power would sit. 
 
 No drama has there been within historic age. 
 But first it hath been played upon the unseen stage. 
 Within the spirit realm doth bud and bloom the tree, 
 Whose yield of fateful fruit In human trend we see. 
 
 The dragon seized and bound, a tragedy unseen. 
 
 Was but the casting out of devils low and mean; 
 
 Who through the Latin race no more should hold the sway. 
 
 Their citadels from hence must all disolve away. 
 
 Priestcraft its life thus lost; no more could it survive. 
 Ecclesiastic forms no more superbly thrive. 
 The stench of their decay aye mar their winsome fawn; 
 They savor of the pit to which their soul hath gone. 
 
 As downward went the fiend so his incarnate form, 
 Is swept from off the earth as by terrific storm. 
 Their sacridotal strength is all reduced to shame; 
 Their beauty fadeth out as doth the Latin name. 
 
 The little horn prevailed, for so did God decree, 
 
 Until Ancient of Days should set His people free. 
 
 'Twas there the sign appeared, the sign our Lord hath given ; 
 
 Sign of the Son of Man coming in clouds of heaven. 
 
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 The tribes of earth now mourn while dawning heavenly grace, 
 The sign, more brightly shines revealing Jesus' face. 
 The sign doth not deceive, for golden glories rise. 
 Proclaiming, zone to zone, His coming through the skies. 
 
 Ancient of days now sits in garment white as snow; 
 On throne of fiery flame, and wheels of furvid glow. 
 He opens wide the book the Latin race would close ; 
 And ever before his face a stream of brightness flows. 
 
 There flashed the golden gleam along the Albion shore; 
 And Satan fled to Rome, to cherished haunts of yore, 
 An angel gave pursuit and over Spain they fled; 
 With frightful roar of wings the devil onward sped. 
 
 • Tt made the people quake, and Phillip on his throne, 
 To hear the roaring sound, and see the furvid zone. 
 For golden light then gleamed far over hill and plain, 
 As Satan swiftly sought some hiding place to gain. 
 
 Across the sea and land, and over mountain high. 
 The people saw the light and heard the serpent fly; 
 As passed he swiftly on the angel in pursuit. 
 And ail the tribes of earth with awe and wonder mute. 
 
 As Satan neared his haunt he shouted to the Pope; 
 He knew the Vatican, His last and only hope. 
 The prelate gave command, and opened wide the door; 
 The devil, like a flash, came spralling on the floor. 
 
 The angel for a while desisted from the chase; 
 
 The devil lying prone and frightful his grimace. 
 
 The prelate raised him up and smoothed his reaking brow; 
 
 And said, "Your Majesty, what's your petition now?'' 
 
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 He said "Your Holiness," (this devils only say) 
 "Respite, I humbly crave, from terrors of this day! 
 Of Michael ask leave for me to say farewell. 
 And oh the thought! It chills! that I must go to hell!' 
 
 The prelate plead for him, but this he did in vain. 
 
 The angel said, "On him I now must place my chain." 
 
 In terror then he sought escape by flight once more, 
 
 And plunged, with utmost speed, out through the garden door. 
 
 The Pope would have concealed the devil's shy retreat, 
 
 But Michael his plan was ready to defeat. 
 
 For as the devil plunged into the chain he ran, 
 
 The angel cinched the coils and held him in his hand. 
 
 Now Satan uttered sounds that chilled the hearts of Rome. 
 These came with ruddy flames, and clouds of fiery foam. 
 And in his frantic rage, himself from chains to free, 
 Destroyed the Papal park and scarcely left a tree. 
 
 He played a lofty role and did amazing stunts; 
 And made the earth to quake with thunders of his grunts, 
 The Papal guards all fled not one was there that staid; 
 The prelate in the church plead for the Virgin's aid. 
 
 The trembling people fled to find some hiding place, 
 From frightful sounds of wrath and fierce dragonic face. 
 Those sounds exceeding all that Rome before had heard. 
 Hence, to their utmost depts, the people's hearts were stirred. 
 
 Now when the struggle ceased, and there was calm once more. 
 The devil came in chains up to the chapel door. 
 In trembling tones he spake: "Oh thou my best loved friend! 
 How sad! for you and me! dominion here doth end." 
 
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 "Once more my throne is crushed on earth no more to reign; 
 But now consigned to fires from hence to cringe for pain. 
 A long and spledid reign, my great regime of old I 
 Most excellent is this within the Papal fold." 
 
 "But now I say, Farewell to this our holy see, 
 
 To prowl the loathsome pit, where soon you'll prowl with me. 
 
 My fate is linked with yours; I lead the way you go. 
 
 Our realms hath God consumed; our pride He turns to woe.'' 
 
 "To sc^ this splendid Rome, where we so long have played, 
 
 All shriveling like a leaf; its charm of ages fade ! 
 
 All's now like Jonah's goard; the worm hath stung the root: 
 
 No more the bloom of life ; no more the tender shoot.'' 
 
 "The day for us is past ; our sun no more shall rise, 
 But hell's eternal storms for aye infest our skies. 
 The night, to which we go, hath never a-gleaming star; 
 Between us and the light there stands the opaque bar." 
 
 "From hence mere spooks shall mock while we shall cry for pain, 
 'Mid fires without a spark, where sullen satires reign. 
 The fuel feeding our flame, the citadels we built; 
 Our flagon hath been crushed and all the wine is spilt.'' 
 
 "And thousand years in flame, whose tortures far exceed 
 Conceit of mind, though great, and forced by word and deed ! 
 The thought thereof doth start the fires ere hence I go. 
 E'en now I'm plunged in hell, whose billows o'er me flow." 
 
 "My pilgrimage I'd end; e'en this would I require, 
 That God prepare for me his most consuming fire. 
 Alas ! contrary wise are all things to my will ; 
 My cup doth stand awry and never doth it fill." 
 
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 "Indeed, God's fires consume, but not the entity. 
 Ah yes ! consume they do ! but I'll cease not be, 
 Consume they do the stuff on which the soul would feed, 
 And leave it not a shred save consciousness of need." 
 
 "Consume the food and drink, and every goodly thing; 
 While thirst remains with us and hunger's painful sting. 
 Ah those eternal fires! consuming all but pain! 
 Could I but cease to be unspeakable my gain! 
 
 "A source of joy though dim, there yet is left to me; 
 But this, I must from hence look backwardly to see. 
 Thy part in this is great as head of my great shrew, 
 The strength of my chief joy hath e'er reposed in you.'' 
 
 "Oh thou devoted priest! my shrewd and noble slave! 
 Thou didst thine uttermost, a servent true and brave. 
 To hinder saving power and bligh the force of truth. 
 For lies our church hath stood from dawn of early youth. ' 
 
 "Superb hath been her sway; a vast success indeed! 
 All nations heard her voice, and to her ways gave heed. 
 And every nation's sword she wielded as she would; 
 The edge of every blade she turned upon the good." 
 
 "Herein is our delight, to revel in what she did 
 
 To incubate keen crooks, and keep corruption hid. 
 
 While robed as angels are, she wrought her works of shame ; 
 
 Through blackest fiend of hell, she bears the Christian name." 
 
 "How wonderful thy part and role that thou hast played! 
 A Christ in human eyes while fiend of blackest shade. 
 Oh thou exalted head of this our great regime ! 
 In which doth consummate hell's most exalted dream." 
 
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 *'Thou Pontifex of Rome! oh thou holy mien! 
 
 Thou chief of all the frauds that hell hath ever seen! 
 
 Oh thou of honored throne, where demons long have reigned! 
 
 Thou who did hound the saint and pierced their souls with pain !'' 
 
 "I revel in the blood, thy hand hath caused to flow; 
 
 And in the millions thou art leading down to woe. 
 
 So thou hast swelled the throngs of those who people hell; 
 
 And multiplied the damned, where you and I must dwell." 
 
 "How many are the traps and snares that you have placed, 
 With most infernal lies and priestcraft interlaced! 
 Your purgatory freak is one on which I gloat; 
 With great facility, hell's cause it doth promote.' 
 
 "It maketh hell to laugh. All demons jolly you; 
 Call you the shrewdest hound of all our cunning crew. 
 You built it for the priests ; and it hath won the prize 
 O'er all the other tricks, that ever hell devised." 
 
 "You placed it on the way, and all beyond the coum; 
 
 To catch you in the lie, no pilgrim doth return. 
 
 And there they roast, you say, and writhe, and howl for pain, 
 
 Till priests may grant them leave to board the onward train." 
 
 "Priests there retain all souls; no odds, if good and true, 
 Till extra fares are paid for transportation through. 
 The priests, you say, deal fair, if people pay the toll; 
 For traffic of the line the priests alone control." 
 
 "As soon as men go thence they learn how priests have lied, 
 But send no message back to tell the truth this side. 
 So lies maintain the farce, and people pay the cost. 
 If priests obtain their gold, no odds, if souls are lost." 
 
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 "And your confessional, where serpents gloating creep, 
 While priests are probing filth, stirring the psychic heap! 
 There demons gulp and sniff the odors fresh from shame, 
 And prelates too, like fiends, have relish for the same." 
 
 "Exploring life's precincts, where fools alone dare tread; 
 And men indulge such farce, by lying priestcraft led. 
 Feigning to mediate, priests play basphemous role. 
 To expiate, they say, from sin the guilty soul.'' 
 
 "And you doth it serve well; your hand doth it sustain; 
 Co-ordinates else crafts; by such alone you reign. 
 But to anticipate the souls who've gone your way. 
 And how they'll gnash their teeth, when downward thence you 
 stray 1" 
 
 "Of all the hounded ones, who go there from this side. 
 You'll howl for hell black vaults your naked soul to hide ; 
 While millions, you led thence, shall chase with tireless wing, 
 And tortue you with flame, and every painful thing.'' 
 
 "Your teeth shall grind for pain ; on you shall lost souls scowl ; 
 Unnumbered ages there you'll never cease to howl; 
 While demons mock and laugh, and spooks and fiends deride ; 
 For hell doth feed the stuff men cultivate this side.'' 
 
 "To Phillip give my love and say to him. adieu I 
 Of those that hell doth boast he cometh next to you. 
 For his nefarious soul loves instruments of pain; 
 The inquisition where his friends of tortue reign." 
 
 "But God shall visit Spain, where saints in dungeons groan, 
 And Spain shall reap in hell what she for hell hath sown, 
 And Phillip get his part from Spain's enormous field. 
 Infernal ages there shall not exhaust the yield." 
 
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 *'His great Armada sceme is our vast kingdom's pride; 
 Just now she plows the deep, and splendidly doth glide. 
 Prelates and demons laugh to see her strength of prow, 
 As toward the English coast, the breezes waft her now." 
 
 "In all the earth there's joy, and eagerly men boast 
 Of how the Spanish hand shall ravage Britton's coasts. 
 They think inquisitors shall crush the English flower, 
 And Latin birds from hence shall perch within her bower." 
 
 "But all's empty boast; I'm at the helm no more; 
 No life is in the form, as there hath been before. 
 Those great leviathans God's hand shall crush to shame, 
 And down to hell with me shall go the Latin name." 
 
 "Your diadem doth fade ; the gems thereof all rust, 
 And vanity's the name of that in which you trust. 
 Our parting words are these, in peace no more to meet; 
 The pit's a lonely place; no friends are there to greet.'' 
 
 The angel twitched the chain the devil groaned once more. 
 As with terrific force, he passed from out the door. 
 The clouds of smoke arose, and sounds like thunder came 
 From region far below, where millions howl for pain. 
 
 The pit had opened wide, and hence the sullen roar. 
 
 As Satan passed from hence to reign on earth no more. 
 The angel closed the door, and waved his mighty hand ; 
 
 And mighty raging winds proceed at his command. 
 
 A fierce and howling blast; it lashed the roaring sea. 
 And beat upon those hulks, as northwardly they flee. 
 It was the frown of God, His wrath in wind and wave, 
 To crush the Roman power, and thus His people save. 
 
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 The billows rise and foam, on fiercely raging tide; 
 Their fury sends to shame, the great Armada's pride. 
 As downward Satan went likewise the Latin race 
 Went with him to the pits, their deeds of shame to face. 
 
 So long the hand of power had rule from Tiber's bank; 
 Ail nations bowed thereto, whose wine of wrath they drank! 
 But God now crushed her hand, that Rome should rule no more, 
 And cause the rod to pass to Britton's genial shore. 
 
 Thou Anglo-Saxon race, from frigid shores remote, 
 
 On many a stormy sea, did you for pillage float 1 
 
 'Twas He, who gave thee brawn; 'twas God, who kept the school 
 
 Where thou didst well acquire, thy graceful skill to rule. 
 
 How glorious thy sway, of thine Imperial rod! 
 Thou blessed of the earth, and favored of thy God ! 
 How excellent thy grace ! thy soul's goodwill to men ! 
 Which as the morning shines, far as thy powers extend! 
 
 Thy God exalted thee, and gave to thee command, 
 That thou should have the rule o'er many a foreign land. 
 A golden sun thou art, gilding earth's brightest dawn; 
 While excellence of grace adorneth thy pure throne. 
 
 Bring forth thy harp of gold, let nations hear thy voice. 
 Shout Zion's freedom song; thy multitudes rejoice. 
 Let God's high praises sound from thine exalted place; 
 For He exalted thee, thou Anglo-Saxon race! 
 
 London, thou queen of earth! Jerusalem, the great! 
 Thy excellence of sway in thine inherent trait. 
 None other hast there been, of those who swayed the rod, 
 Who so revered His name; sustained and graced of God. 
 
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 For by princely hand went forth the living flow ; 
 Into the nations thou hast caused the stream to go. 
 
 And opening wide the Book, that Rome e'er sought to close, 
 Hast made the desserts sing, and bloom as Sharon's rose. 
 
 With Bible in thy land, thou walkest through the earth, 
 Seeking, in every place, to slack the mental thirst; 
 That righteousness may grow, and bloom as Eden's flower. 
 And Chiist possess the world with glory, peace, and power. 
 
 It is but righteousness that He should have the rod, 
 All Kingdoms of the earth wait His majestic nod. ♦ 
 And hou His chosen throne, adorned with grace and truth. 
 Because He nourished thee fr jn; dawn ol early youth. 
 
 Hath fed thee like a flock with loving tender care. 
 Engraved thee on His hand, d name divinely fair. 
 He filled thy cup from His, from His own cup of grace ; 
 Made thee the graceful head of His own chosen race. 
 
 'Tis meet for thee to sing and bless His holy name, 
 Who gave to thee thy grace and put thy foes to shame. 
 Thou joy of all the earth, thou city of our King, 
 Thou throne of Christ on earth, 'tis meet for thee to sing. 
 
 Let banners be unfurled, let all thy realms rejoice; 
 Let gladness sound abroad, with strains of happy voice. 
 So let all nations sing, as Zionward they go. 
 Walking the way of truth, seeking His grace to know. 
 
 For Christ in thee doth reign with power from zone' to zone, 
 'Tis He that doth command from thine exalted throne. 
 He with His saints on earth a thousand years shall reign, 
 Since by His power thy hand, the monster beast hath slain. 
 
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 Go forth thou chosen one, thou race whom God hath blessed;. 
 Go thou till all the world beholds thy loveliness. 
 Let nations see thy robes that they are clean and pure; 
 That God thy lustre gave, whose grace shall aye endure. 
 
 Happy thy stroke of sword, whose power hath slain the beast 
 
 Severed his galling yoke, and caused his rage to cease. 
 
 Thy God sustaineth thee, giving thee thy might. 
 
 Yea, He ordained thy strength, for thou art His delight. 
 
 And God ordained this day, this day of jubilee; 
 Ordained He too that thou proclaim religion free. 
 In annals of minkind before it hath not been, 
 That cult was not a tool for sordid earthly gain. 
 
 Men now may pray, or praise, as they may freely choose ; 
 No more on point of sword are dealt religious views. 
 No more compelled to take the stuff thus pointed out; 
 Believe what prelates teach, or else may freely doubt. 
 
 Religion's now no more a thing of merchandise, 
 Dealt out to men by weight proportionate to price, 
 That priests may have a fee in ratio to their dole, 
 Suppying heavenly goods alone for earthly gold. 
 
 Nor any More a rock to bolster up the throne. 
 Or fetter for the feet, in clutch of evil ones. 
 Nor any more a snare to catch the human prey. 
 Or galling priestly yoke, as in the evil day. 
 
 Nor hunted are the saints unto the mountain cave. 
 Or faithful one compelled to be the galley slave. 
 We've now within the port, the storm for aye hath past,. 
 With gloom of priestly night, and chill of winter's blast. 
 
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 No more the night of pain; the golden day is here. 
 No more inquisitors with hell or earth to fear. 
 No more the dungeon's frown, or torch in priestly hand, 
 Compells adherence to the sacridotal clan. 
 
 Thou Anglo-Saxon race, what wonders thou hast done! 
 The light of God in thee doth shine a golden sun. 
 For He hath thee enthroned taught thee to love His ways, 
 Thou art His heritage; the great Ancient of days. 
 
 From times and scenes obscure. He brought thee forth to reign ; 
 Giving to thee great power, His kingdom to sustain. 
 To slay the ravenous beast, and stop his savage greed, 
 Devouring all the earth His lust for power to feed. 
 
 Well thou hast done thy part, loosing the prisoner chains, 
 Causing the light to. shine where darkness long hath reigned. 
 Where'er thy banners float the nations sing for joy, 
 For there the Living Word the thoughts of men imploy. 
 
 And thou my native land; home of the noble free. 
 
 Thou pearl of earthly realms, and land of liberty. 
 
 A joy art thou on earth, and glorious thy trend. 
 
 Thy throne the first on earth, e'er built by man for men. 
 
 Most happy is thy lot, oh thou delightsome land! 
 How beautiful their feet, who on thy mountains stand! 
 With excellence of grace, bearing goodwill to all. 
 For righteousness and peace thy strokes of saber fall. 
 
 And justly dealest thou alike with friend and foe; 
 
 Thy hair like wool is white; thy garments white as snow. 
 
 Thy glories ever rise like offered incense sweet; 
 
 And streams of blessing flow where thou dost place thy feet. 
 
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 Thy hand's devoted not to thine own sordid gain 
 Thy sword is for mankind that righteousness may reign. 
 'Tis thus thou soon shall speak and all the earth shall hear: 
 "Thou irate nation there, put up thy sword and spear!" 
 
 Thou art the minister of universal peace; 
 By power of thine own hand shall wars forever cease. 
 Yea, Uncle Sam shall speak and nations shall unarm; 
 No more the bloody field, or battle's raging storm. 
 
 Yea, he shall wave his hand and clouds shall flee away; 
 With joy shall every land greet Messianic day; 
 Whose splendid dawn doth break o'er all the earth and sea ; 
 While trumpet sounds proclaim the golden jubilee. 
 
 All instruments of war must rest beneath the sod. 
 And Africa' dark sons lift up their hands to God. 
 While all the earth shall sing, and trumpets sound for joy 
 And every savage beast become an infant's toy. 
 
 The Ango-Saxon hand shall rid the world of scum; 
 Of Latin filth and wrath, of Latin greed and rum. 
 The Ango-Saxon throne doth glow with cleansing flame; 
 And nations shall revere the Anglo-Saxon name. 
 
Mahnn Jpgpbpl 
 
 ^/ , WANDERING far through the waste ; 
 J|l Was wretched, hungry, faint, and sore; 
 O'er hill and fen I'd come with haste; 
 Had fled as oft I'd fled before. 
 
 I sat beside the cedar tree, 
 Amid a region bleak and wild, 
 While many sorrows came to me, 
 I said, '*0 God, am I Thy child?" 
 
 "For years I've sowed the goody seed, 
 Sowing in tears beside the stream, 
 I've gladly sowed in word and deed; 
 To sow has been my thought and dream.'' 
 
 ''The greatest work that could engage 
 The heart and soul of any man. 
 Its thought too high for wisest sage; 
 Its deed too pure for human hand." 
 
 Went bearing forth the living word; 
 The greatest word man's heart could know; 
 And earnestly I prayed the Lord 
 To ever teach me how to sow. 
 
 But oh! The crop of bitter taste, 
 To dregs, so m.any times I drank ! 
 She's hounded me from place to place — 
 This woman famed for holy rank. 
 
 I do not bear Elijah's name. 
 
 Or live in Ancient Israel 
 
 But my complaint is much the same, 
 
 For there's a modern Jezebel. 
 
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 How many prophets has she slain ! 
 
 God ! their cries go up to Thee I 
 How long in Israel shall she reign ! 
 This queen ! a child of hell is she. 
 
 Now for this cause my grief is great; 
 And this is why her arrow's keen: 
 She occupies the holy seat, 
 And bears the name of Israel's queen. 
 
 But why does she the prophets hate? 
 Continually she's on their trail ! 
 How many has she slain of late ! 
 This queen, who serves the gods of Baal. 
 
 Now do you say, "Who is this foe? 
 Or where is such a wicked queen?" 
 'Tis she who makes the prophets go, 
 Hounding them out as you have seen. 
 
 For had you thought of all the pain 
 God's prophets feel, who're driven thus? 
 It keeps religion on the wane, 
 And half the churches in a fuss. 
 
 You call her Freedom on the perch? 
 
 1 say, her name is Jezebel. 
 
 No blacker fiend doth bear the birch 
 O'er any realm this side of hell. 
 
 Please show the place in Holy Writ, 
 
 You get the right to vote them out ; 
 That guarantees, a little bit, 
 The freedom you so boast about. 
 
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 "Not in the Book," I hear you say? 
 Then Jezebel's within the pale. 
 There ruling with Satanic sway. 
 'Tis she, this devotee of Baal. 
 
 To vote them out, you say's your right? 
 And you've a right to vote them In? 
 Then will you please the Scripture sight, 
 Or else confess the practice SIN. 
 
 "By congressional free vote!'' 
 A shame is such a government. 
 Oberve its trend and you will note, 
 Its works are mainly devilment. 
 
 Upon the altar have I placed 
 
 All things in life to me most dear. 
 
 I patiently have run the race ; 
 
 Have tolled, and borne much grief, and fear. 
 
 Then when my family came to want — 
 My wife and children cried for bread — 
 They slandered me with cruel taunt : 
 "That man's no 'count!" the people said. 
 
 The very ones for whom I toiled; 
 They who witheld God's servant's dues, 
 And thus the house of God had spoiled, 
 Were first of those who thus accused. 
 
 I said "O Lord, is this the truth? 
 This scathing charge the people make? 
 Thou knowest that from early youth, 
 I much have labored for thy sake.'' 
 
8o Prophetic Pearls 
 
 "In this, if I mistake ha.ve made, 
 Alas! its greatly to my shame!" 
 God said to me, "be not afraid, 
 The ones who rob me are to blame." 
 
 "But faithfully thou didst thy part. 
 And truly thou art serving me ; 
 Continue thou as from the start, 
 My grace shall ever strengthen thee." 
 
 It made my soul with joy to leap. 
 To hear God's words so kindly said: 
 For joy was I constrained to weep, 
 Since now my doubt and fears had fled. 
 
 Thy service, Lord, at any cost, 
 Is full of grace and joy unfeign. 
 No sacrifice for Thee is lost, 
 But maketh for eternal gain. 
 
 And yet, I pray remove this queen ; 
 For Satan's will controls her hand. 
 Give Thou, us government that's clean, 
 According to Thine own command. 
 
 This Jezebel defys Thy will, 
 And daily makes thy servants mourn; 
 With discord she Thy house doth fill, 
 And renders Zion much forlorn. 
 
 I know her judgement day will come. 
 When she'll be caught in her own mesh; 
 For righteously God fixed her doom 
 And dogs unclean shall eat her flesh. 
 
/^CHRIST I wonder at Thy cross; 
 
 I Wxhy grief and pain, as bourne for mel 
 
 All things I gain, I count but loss, 
 Surrendering my life to Thee. 
 
 As on the tree I see Thee hang, 
 See depths of love Thy wounds rereal, 
 My soul is pierced with kindred pang 
 But not so great as Thou didst feel. 
 
 The tears of joy flow down my face; 
 No tribute else have I to bring. 
 The riches, of Thine own free grace, 
 Leave naught in me to which I cling. 
 
 Naught is there left but joy and gong 
 To occupy my strength or. time; 
 For Thine own blood correct the wrong; 
 The fullness of all grace is Thine. 
 
t^jm HERE lived a lad upon a glen, 
 if/ Where many lads have grown to men. 
 Where lasses too have lived and lovcdv 
 Since men first through those regions roved. 
 
 Now lads and lasses have their times 
 
 When love-pranks thrill like Christmas chimes. ' 
 
 Their joys and sorrows come and go, 
 
 And for this lad 'twas truly so. 
 
 A lass of sweetest charm and grace 
 Lived there nearby the old home-place. 
 
 And long before he'd beard to shave 
 He could not make his heart behave. 
 
 For when he'd see that face so sweet 
 His heart would thump, and kick, and beat. 
 He said, "Fve striven like the duce, 
 It wont behav^e and there's no use!'* 
 
 .As years went by new troubles came. 
 And one, at least, that we might name 
 Thus, he's Johnson, but she's Johnston. 
 '^'AlasT' he said, "what can be done?'' 
 
 He, months and years, Was near insane, 
 So much this problem racked his brain. 
 Oft' in the garden they would walk; 
 Oft' in the parlor they would talk. 
 
Prophetic Pearls 
 
 And so one day he said, '^Fm sad, 
 And seems that Fll go raving rnad.' 
 And she said, "Oh I what can it be?" 
 He said, "The matter's only t!'' 
 
 Her bright eyes flashed the love-light glow, 
 As said she, "T doth cause your woe? 
 For pity sake ! now I can't see 
 How any harm could come by t ! 
 
 "Alas I'' said he, "Fm all undone! 
 We start with John, but you add ston. 
 Now don't you see t's in the way? 
 .Vnd's vexing me both night and day? 
 
 In form, a cross, and I declare, 
 
 A cross it is, and hard to bear! 
 
 She then looked sweet as sweet could be. 
 
 And said, "Oh Dear! Fll drop the t." 
 
 "Oh there!'' said he, "that's joy and fun! 
 Without the t we both are one! 
 The legal form shall seal the vow, 
 And t no more shall vex my brow."