FALL OF BABYLON by Richard Beeson

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Aug 24, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 34.

FALL OF BABYLON.

By Richard Beeson

BY RICHARD BEESON.

ON Shinar's wide bosom the cloud-piercing spires Of Babylon kindled their refluent fires. The temple of Baal raised its turrets on high, And Euphrates expanded her breast to the sky. In the halls of Belshazzar the revel goes 'round; In the fumes of the wine all their senses are drowned. But they drank from the cups of the house of the Lord, And were swept from the earth by the breath of His word.

Belshazzar, Belshazzar, the hand on the wall In letters of fire hath 'graven thy fall. Thy walls and thy towers, and the gods of thy land Can give thee no aid against Heaven's command. Great city of pride, o'er thy portal of brass The satyr shall dance and the lizard shall pass. Proud city of Nimrod, thy glories are o'er, Thy grandeur is gone, and thy beauty no more.

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