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RICHMOND.
79
Death, death on the plains, in the vales, by the wave;
Death, ghastly and stiff without coffin or grave;
Death clutching the bayonet—grasping the gun—
And the heat of God's anger ablaze in the sun!
O Richmond, beware!
They die who the wrath of Omnipotence dare.
Death, ghastly and stiff without coffin or grave;
Death clutching the bayonet—grasping the gun—
And the heat of God's anger ablaze in the sun!
O Richmond, beware!
They die who the wrath of Omnipotence dare.
But the white dove of mercy above thee still flies,
And the rain of fire dashes not down the veiled skies:
'Tis the lull, the long pause ere the vial is poured,
And the plagues are let loose that run after the sword.
Midway the bolt stays:
Love waits for repentance, and Justice delays.
And the rain of fire dashes not down the veiled skies:
'Tis the lull, the long pause ere the vial is poured,
And the plagues are let loose that run after the sword.
Midway the bolt stays:
Love waits for repentance, and Justice delays.
Sink down in the dust; own thy sins of the past;
Let the bondman go free in thy borders at last;
While the hill-sides resound with thy suppliant cry,
Peradventure the Lord God will hear and reply:
If his grace thou deride
His arm will be lifted—then woe to thy pride!
Let the bondman go free in thy borders at last;
While the hill-sides resound with thy suppliant cry,
Peradventure the Lord God will hear and reply:
If his grace thou deride
His arm will be lifted—then woe to thy pride!
