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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538327" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Angel Of The Church</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Aye, strike with sacrilegious aim<br>The temple of the living God;<br>Hurl iron bolt and seething flame<br>Through aisles which holiest feet have trod;<br>Tear up the altar, spoil the tomb,<br>And, raging with demoniac ire,<br>Send down, in sudden crash of doom,<br>That grand, old, sky-sustaining spire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That spire, for full a hundred years,[1]<br>Hath been a people's point of sight;<br>That shrine hath warmed their souls to tears,<br>With strains well worthy Salem's height;<br>The sweet, clear music of its bells,<br>Made liquid soft in Southern air,<br>Still through the heart of memory swells,<br>And wakes the hopeful soul to prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the shores for many a mile,<br>Long ere they owned a beacon-mark,<br>It caught arid kept the Day-God's smile,<br>The guide for every wandering bark;[2]<br>Averting from our homes the scaith<br>Of fiery bolt, in storm-cloud driven,<br>The Pharos to the wandering faith,<br>It pointed every prayer to Heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well may ye, felons of the time,<br>Still loathing all that's pure and free,<br>Add this to many a thousand crime<br>'Gainst peace and sweet humanity:<br>Ye, who have wrapped our towns in flame,<br>Defiled our shrines, befouled our homes,<br>But fitly turn your murderous aim<br>Against Jehovah's ancient domes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, though the grand old temple falls,<br>And downward sinks the lofty spire,<br>Our faith is stronger than our walls,<br>And soars above the storm and fire.<br>Ye shake no faith in souls made free<br>To tread the paths their fathers trod;<br>To fight and die for liberty,<br>Believing in the avenging God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think not, though long his anger stays,<br>His justice sleeps--His wrath is spent;<br>The arm of vengeance but delays,<br>To make more dread the punishment!<br>Each impious hand that lights the torch<br>Shall wither ere the bolt shall fall;<br>And the bright Angel of the Church,<br>With seraph shield avert the ball!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For still we deem, as taught of old,<br>That where the faith the altar builds,<br>God sends an angel from his fold,<br>Whose sleepless watch the temple shields,<br>And to his flock, with sweet accord,<br>Yields their fond choice, from THRONES and POWERS;<br>Thus, Michael, with his fiery sword<br>And golden shield, still champions ours!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he who smote the dragon down,<br>And chained him thousand years of time,<br>Need never fear the boa's frown,<br>Though loathsome in his spite and slime.<br>He, from the topmost height, surveys<br>And guards the shrines our fathers gave;<br>And we, who sleep beneath his gaze,<br>May well believe his power to save!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, if it be that for our sin<br>Our angel's term of watch is o'er,<br>With proper prayer, true faith must win<br>The guardian watcher back once more I<br>Faith, brethren of the Church, and prayer--<br>In blood and sackcloth, if it need;<br>And still our spire shall rise in air,<br>Our temple, though our people bleed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Gilmore+Simms">William Gilmore Simms</a><div class=q>
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Aye, strike with sacrilegious aim
The temple of the living God;
Hurl iron bolt and seething flame
Through aisles which holiest feet have trod;
Tear up the altar, spoil the tomb,
And, raging with demoniac ire,
Send down, in sudden crash of doom,..."></div>
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