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The Dies Iræ.
59
4.
Death and Nature, mazed, are quaking,
When, the grave's long ſlumber breaking,
Man to judgment is awaking.
5.
On the written Volume's pages,
Life is ſhown in all its ſtages—
Judgment-record of paſt ages!
6.
Sits the Judge, the raiſed arraigning,
Darkeſt myſteries explaining,
Nothing unavenged remaining.
7.
What ſhall I then ſay, unfriended,
By no advocate attended,
When the juſt are ſcarce defended?
