THE
Day
of
Judgment
.
An
ODE
,
Attempted
in
English
Sapphick
.
I.
WHEN
the
Fierce
North-wind
with
his
Airy
Forces
Rears
up
the
Baltick
to
a
foaming
Fury
,
And
the
red
Lightning
with
a
Storm
of
Hail
comes
Rushing
amain
down
,
II
.
How
the
poor
Sailers
stand
amaz'd
and
tremble
!
While
the
hoarse
Thunder
like
a
Bloody
Trumpet
Roars
a
loud
onset
to
the
gaping
Waters
Quick
to
devour
them
.
III
.
Such
shall
the
Noise
be
and
the
Wild
disorder
,
(
If
things
Eternal
may
be
like
these
Earthly
)
Such
the
dire
Terror
when
the
great
Archangel
Shakes
the
Creation
,
IV
.
Tears
the
strong
Pillars
of
the
Vault
of
Heaven
,
Breaks
up
old
Marble
the
Repose
of
Princes
;
See
the
Graves
open
,
and
the
Bones
arising
,
Flames
all
around
'em
.
V.
Hark
the
shrill
Out-cries
of
the
Guilty
Wretches
!
Lively
bright
Horror
and
amazing
Anguish
Stare
thro'
their
Eyelids
,
while
the
living
Worm
lies
Gnawing
within
them
.
VI
.
Thoughts
like
old
Vultures
prey
upon
their
Heart
strings
,
And
the
smart
twinges
,
when
their
Eye
beholds
the
Lofty
Judge
frowning
,
and
a
Flood
of
Vengeance
Rolling
afore
him
.
VII
.
Hopeless
Immortals
!
how
they
scream
and
shiver
While
Devils
push
them
to
the
Pit
wide
Yawning
Hideous
and
gloomy
,
to
receive
them
headlong
Down
to
the
Centre
.
VIII
.
Stop
here
my
Fancy
:
(
All
away
ye
horrid
Doleful
Ideas
;
)
Come
arise
to
Jesus
,
How
he
sits
Godlike
!
And
the
Saints
around
him
Thron'd
and
adoring
!
IX
.
O
may
I
sit
there
when
he
comes
Triumphant
Dooming
the
Nations
:
Then
ascend
to
Glory
,
While
our
Hosannahs
all
along
the
Passage
Shout
the
Redeemer
.