THINGS TO COME. BY GEORGE CROLY. THERE are murmurs on the deep, There are thunders on the heaven; Though the ocean billows sleep, Though no cloud the sign has given; Earth that sudden storm shall feel, "T is a storm of man and steel. Tribes are in their forests now, War of old has swept the world, Man hath shed Man's blood for toys, Love and hatred, fame and gold; Now, a mightier wrath destroys; Earth in cureless crime grows old; Past destruction shall be tame To the rushing of that flame. When the clouds of Vengeance break, Then the Martyr's solemn cry, That a thousand years has rung, Where their robes of crimson lie Round the "Golden Altar” flung, Shall be heard, and from the "throne," The trumpet of the "Judgment" blown. "Wo to Earth, the mighty wo!" Yet shall Earth her conscience lull, Till above the brim shall flow The draught of gall-The cup is full. Yet a moment! - Comes the ire, Famine, bloodshed, flood, and fire. First shall fall a Mighty one! Ancient crime had crowned his brow, Dark Ambition raised his throne Truth his victim and his foe. Earth shall joy in all her fear O'er the great Idolater. Then shall rush abroad the blaze On the Turk shall fall the blow |