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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461150" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Day Of Doom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still was the night, Serene & Bright, <br>when all Men sleeping lay;<br>Calm was the season, & carnal reason <br>thought so 'twould last for ay.<br>Soul, take thine ease, let sorrow cease,<br>much good thou hast in store:<br>This was their Song, their Cups among, <br>the Evening before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wallowing in all kind of sin, <br>vile wretches lay secure:<br>The best of men had scarcely then <br>their Lamps kept in good ure.<br>Virgins unwise, who through disguise<br>amongst the best were number'd,<br>Had closed their eyes; yea, and the wise <br>through sloth and frailty slumber'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For at midnight brake forth a Light, <br>which turn'd the night to day,<br>And speedily a hideous cry <br>did all the world dismay.<br>Sinners awake, their hearts do ake, <br>trembling their loynes surprizeth;<br>Amaz'd with fear, by what they hear, <br>each one of them ariseth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They rush from Beds with giddy heads,<br>and to their windows run,<br>Viewing this light, which shines more bright<br>than doth the Noon-day Sun.<br>Straightway appears (they see 't with tears)<br>the Son of God most dread;<br>Who with his Train comes on amain<br>to Judge both Quick and Dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before his face the Heav'ns gave place,<br>and Skies are rent asunder,<br>With mighty voice, and hideous noise,<br>more terrible than Thunder.<br>His brightness damps heav'ns glorious lamps<br>and makes them hang their heads,<br>As if afraid and quite dismay'd,<br>they quit their wonted steads.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No heart so bold, but now grows cold<br>and almost dead with fear:<br>No eye so dry, but now can cry,<br>and pour out many a tear.<br>Earth's Potentates and pow'rful States,<br>Captains and Men of Might<br>Are quite abasht, their courage dasht<br>at this most dreadful sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mean men lament, great men do rent<br>their Robes, and tear their hair:<br>They do not spare their flesh to tear<br>through horrible despair.<br>All Kindreds wail: all hearts do fail:<br>horror the world doth fill<br>With weeping eyes, and loud out-cries,<br>yet knows not how to kill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some hide themselves in Caves and Delves,<br>in places under ground:<br>Some rashly leap into the Deep,<br>to scape by being drown'd:<br>Some to the Rocks (O senseless blocks!)<br>and woody Mountains run,<br>That there they might this fearful sight,<br>and dreaded Presence shun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain do they to Mountains say,<br>fall on us and us hide<br>From Judges ire, more hot than fire,<br>for who may it abide?<br>No hiding place can from his Face<br>sinners at all conceal,<br>Whose flaming Eye hid things doth 'spy<br>and darkest things reveal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Judge draws nigh, exalted high,<br>upon a lofty Throne,<br>Amidst a throng of Angels strong,<br>lo, Israel's Holy One!<br>The excellence of whose presence<br>and awful Majesty,<br>Amazeth Nature, and every Creature,<br>doth more than terrify.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Mountains smoak, the Hills are shook,<br>the Earth is rent and torn,<br>As if she should be clear dissolv'd,<br>or from the Center born.<br>The Sea doth roar, forsakes the shore,<br>and shrinks away for fear;<br>The wild beasts flee into the Sea,<br>so soon as he draws near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before his Throne a Trump is blown,<br>Proclaiming the day of Doom:<br>Forthwith he cries, Ye dead arise,<br>and unto Judgment come.<br>No sooner said, but 'tis obey'd;<br>Sepulchres opened are:<br>Dead bodies all rise at his call,<br>and 's mighty power declare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His winged Hosts flie through all Coasts,<br>together gathering<br>Both good and bad, both quick and dead,<br>and all to Judgment bring.<br>Out of their holes those creeping Moles,<br>that hid themselves for fear,<br>By force they take, and quickly make<br>before the Judge appear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus every one before the Throne<br>of Christ the Judge is brought,<br>Both righteous and impious<br>that good or ill hath wrought.<br>A separation, and diff'ring station<br>by Christ appointed is<br>(To sinners sad) 'twixt good and bad,<br>'twixt Heirs of woe and bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Wigglesworth">Michael Wigglesworth</a><div class=q>
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when all Men sleeping lay;
Calm was the season, & carnal reason 
thought so 'twould last for ay.
Soul, take thine ease, let sorrow cease,
much good thou hast in store:
This was their Song, their Cups among, 
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