. Book of song poems. up and kick them all out of this place!Their stench I detest, I can^t bear them near,And Ill let them see that they can not stay saying, and wearing a terrible frown,A trident he seized and hurried up quickly I heard mingled whining and shriek-ing,In thunder and wrath Old Belzebub speaking,Here, get out of my court, you rascally too mean to stay here where decent folks do!And then like a man of his reason bereftSatan tumbled and pitched about right and yelled and shrieked, Pray, Satan, hold on!Were loyal to you! Cries Satan, Begone!W
. Book of song poems. up and kick them all out of this place!Their stench I detest, I can^t bear them near,And Ill let them see that they can not stay saying, and wearing a terrible frown,A trident he seized and hurried up quickly I heard mingled whining and shriek-ing,In thunder and wrath Old Belzebub speaking,Here, get out of my court, you rascally too mean to stay here where decent folks do!And then like a man of his reason bereftSatan tumbled and pitched about right and yelled and shrieked, Pray, Satan, hold on!Were loyal to you! Cries Satan, Begone!While blows he dealt out so fierce did they scream,With their yells in my ears, I awoke from mydream. THE END OF TIME. THE young men shall visions see,In the last days, sayeth the was in the spirit, then carried away,I beheld the wrath of an offended God. I looked and lo! the blazing sunA globe of darkness it then became,The glittering stars, while on their eternal space, had lost their ray. 192 bt r^ 3 o n O uSi 4-> o ^ bj ^ s p:^ o CO o o 0 03 0. ^ t, en D 03 4^ j:3 fi^ a> M O CD -!-> >3 33 tn 1—1 1 4-) -!-> .-1 1< CO 0) cc on O 3 ^ 3 o Oi ?4-1 -^ a S3 3 03 tt) ^ ^ ?r 1 L ??:f *?,•. * .?J /, ??;;. -?- I ,,- ta- :•:. ,,^ 1^:. il 1^ [-=-??§. i ? ?? i^WM:--;^^ o o •I—* ^ o ?34-^ 03 o <V 0 P. l^ S -1^ JU ,—1 03 3 03 S 0 bo nt ID J3 Oh 0 r| a> > r< J ^^ K 0 The silvery mooji that shines so bright,Alas, refused to give her light;The darkened world in blackness hung,Creation stopped and ceased to run. The mountains asunder then were riven,From their places the hills were driven,The beautiful cities so proudly stand,Then crumbled to dust by His command. I beheld and lo! a tierce whirlwindLaid the beautiful forests to the ground;The earths surface—alas, can it be?—Heaved to and fro like a trouble
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