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Who weeps for the woeful City Let him weep for our guilty kind; Who joys at her wild despairing   Christ, the Forgiver, convert his mind. WHO WEEPS FOR THE WOFUL CITY LET HIM WEEP FOR OUR GUILTY KIND WHO JOYS AT HER WILD DESPAIRING CHRIST THE FORGIVER CONVERT HIS MIND
sh, and the burst, and the havoc, And wails and shrieks between. It comes like the thief in the gloaming; It comes, and none may foretell The place of the coming--the glaring; They live in a sleepless spell That wizens, and withers, and whitens; It ages the young, and the bloom Of the maiden is ashes of roses-- The Swamp Angel broods in his gloom. Swift is his messengers’ going, But slowly he saps their halls, As if by delay deluding. They move from their crumbling walls Farther and farther away; But the Angel sends after and after, By night with the flame of his ray-- By night with the voice of his screaming-- Sends after them, stone by stone, And farther walls fall, farther portals, And weed follows weed through the Town. Is this the proud City? the scorner Which never would yield the ground? Which mocked at the coal-black Angel? The cup of despair goes round. Vainly she calls upon Michael (The white man’s seraph was he), For Michael has fled from his tower To the Angel over the sea. OWNWARD THE COMING IS SEEN THEN THE RUSH AND THE BURST AND THE HAVOC AND WAILS AND SHRIEKS BETWEEN IT COMES LIKE THE THIEF IN THE GLOAMING IT COMES AND NONE MAY FORETELL THE PLACE OF THE COMING THE GLARING THEY LIVE IN A SLEEPLESS SPELL THAT WISENS AND WITHERS AND WHITENS IT AGES THE YOUNG AND THE BLOOM OF THE MAIDEN IS ASHES OF ROSES THE SWAMP ANGEL BROODS IN HIS GLOOM SWIFT IN HIS MESSENGERS GOING BUT SLOWLY HE SAPS THEIR HALLS AS IF BY DELAY DELUDING THEY MOVE FROM THEIR CRUMBLING WALLS FARTHER AND FARTHER AWAY BUT THE ANGEL SENDS AFTER AND AFTER BY NIGHT WITH THE FLAME OF HIS RAY BY NIGHT WITH THE VOICE OF HIS SCREAMING SENDS AFTER THEM STONE BY STONE AND FARTHER WALLS FALL FARTHER PORTALS AND WEED FOLLOWS WEED THROUGH THE TOWN IS THIS THE PROUD CITY THE SCORNER WHICH NEVER WOULD YIELD THE GROUND WHICH MOCKED AT THE COAL BLACK ANGEL THE CUP OF DESPAIR GOES ROUND VAINLY SHE CALLS UPON MICHAEL THE WHITE MAN'S SERAPH WAS HE FOR MICHAEL HAS FLED FROM HIS TOWER TO THE ANGEL OVER THE SEA
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