It comes! Thank God, the day begins to dawn,
When, from their throne on prostrate necks, hurled
The insatiate monsters of the moral world,
Who have baptized in innocent blood, the spawn
Of central Hell. Jehvah’s hosts are drawn
In war-array, with banners wide unfurled,
And swords made keen in Heaven, that fiercely whirled,—
Shed living lightings, which the foe forlorn
Sees trembling. Cowering in their “holy place,”
The hireling hell-hounds gnash their teeth and howl,
And belch their curses, which but add disgrace
To shame, and make their rottenness more foul.
From their dark altars soaked with human gore,
RISE creed-bound coffles! — and their reign is o’er.
