A POETICAL VERSION.
Reading edition
OF A PORTION OF THE SECOND CHAPTER OF JOEL.
BY LADD SPENCER.
In Zion blow the trumpet, Let it sound through every land; And let the wicked tremble, For the Lord is nigh at hand. Alas! a day of darkness— A day of clouds and gloom— Approaches fast, when all shall be As silent as the tomb!
As the morn upon the mountains, There comes a mighty train, The like of which hath never been. And ne'er shall be again. A burning fire before them, And behind a raging flame— Alas, that beauty so should be Enwrapt in sin and shame!
The earth doth quake before them, The sun withdraws its light; The heavens and earth are shrouded In darkest, deepest night. Then weep, ye evil doers, Let tears of anguish flow; Your evil deeds have brought you A load of endless woe!