Poems (Hornblower)/Sonnet (In the last days shall fools and scoffers rise)
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SONNET.
In the last days shall fools and scoffers rise, And cry, Where is the Saviour's promise flown, For all things on the same career have goneFrom the Creation? Sink in vanities,And earthly sins, they shall not raise their eyes, But bend then souls to serve their low desires, And mock at virtue—suddenly the firesOf heaven shall burst on them, in wild surprise,And judgment and perdition,and the skies Shall pass away—the elements shall melt, Arid burning heat, through all earth's caverns felt,Consume her brightest works amid the criesOf breaking hearts.—Oh! if such things shall be,Should not your souls be pure to meet Eternity?