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The Serpent Round the Soul; A Poem

The Serpent Round the Soul; A Poem

Wood, John W.

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General World History

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ISBN10: 1151503266
ISBN13: 9781151503268
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 20
Weight: 0.12
Height: 0.04 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1870 Excerpt: ... f% THE 8KBPEST But soon the doubting wretch mm Before the judgment throne, Dragged by a subtile unset Where he our God must own, --Where he, bound down with Shame May plead his cause for life And when the Sands of Time are Christ and His dazzling train, Eclipsing in their flight each sun, Shall pass from Heaven's h i To trembling earth with both the To bar the Two Eternities! Then shall the Great Almighty That formed at first our r;i Command the four Winds to r Each fragment to its p The Power that feeds earth' surely bid such foj dead 11 dn. fje Strangtr. isely watch the times, artling things, )f varied climes;'s and kings; ) would arise beyond the skies. y so-far come to pass, r by chance, ie prophetic glass, f-fancy dance;-Tell! no grief nor glee; hall draw from me! told me where;s live again, orlds dissolve in air, n may find a plain; re when passions die, h joy or tortured cry. n burst the common bars, n Fancy's wing, g the silent stars, Creation's King! h the halls not built of stone, the gems that deck the Throne. Then shall they overwhelmed in sin, Call on the earth to yawn, And take them soul and body in; But when such hope shall dawn, Earth and her hills with laughter rife, Shall echo out the crimes of Life. Each soul shall feel the awful frown, Which only outcasts feel; Shall fancy that all Heaven looks down, With strange satiric zeal; Yet blackest hearts shall ever dare To wish their altered presence there. Nor can we see that Justice veers In stamping self-made fates, While those who have so tender ears Should mark the different states, Brutes have not Beason for their guide, Nor should be damned nor Deified. SThe Stranger. Men may, who closely watch the times, Predict some startling things, About the tribes of varied climes; The fall of state...

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