26.12.2010, 12:49
THE EARTHQUAKE.
On from the spot, that felt the first dismay,
His mighty path the running Earthquake clove ;
While Ruin, aye attendant on his way,
Sped swiftly o'er the quaking realms above ;
Slowly the seasons do transform the grove,
Most other change is wrought with soft delay,
Save this, which turns the course of streams astra)-,
Once and for evermore ! when to remove
The landmarks of this earth our Maker wills.
The work is done with noises harsh and loud,
And lightning speed ; such ministry fulfils
The 'hest of Him by whom the heavens are bow'd ;
Whose throne is compass'd with a mystic cloud.
Who touches into smoke th' eternal hills.'
On from the spot, that felt the first dismay,
His mighty path the running Earthquake clove ;
While Ruin, aye attendant on his way,
Sped swiftly o'er the quaking realms above ;
Slowly the seasons do transform the grove,
Most other change is wrought with soft delay,
Save this, which turns the course of streams astra)-,
Once and for evermore ! when to remove
The landmarks of this earth our Maker wills.
The work is done with noises harsh and loud,
And lightning speed ; such ministry fulfils
The 'hest of Him by whom the heavens are bow'd ;
Whose throne is compass'd with a mystic cloud.
Who touches into smoke th' eternal hills.'