ON THE VISION OF ST. JOHN,
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Vain Cæsar's vaunted power— Poor emperor of an hour!—To banish thee from earthly courts of clay, When thy Almighty Friend, Before whom kings must bend,Could bear thee to the courts of heavenly day!
How mean thy purple robe, Proud tyrant of the globe,Would seem, contrasted with the brilliant sight Of Jesus' glorious state, And all who round him wait,Those countless hosts, arrayed in purest white!
And are there here a few To Jesus' precepts true,Who, scorned by men, are yet beloved by Heaven? A little flock there is, Designed for heavenly bliss,To whom Christ's love, to whom Christ's grace, is given,
