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Magor-missabib.

Mrs L. D. Avery-Stuttle.

At midnight was I filled with pain; A vision robbed my soul of rest: Methought I gazed on heaps of slain, While nameless terror thrilled my breast. I saw the nations of the earth Preparing for the bloody fray, And marked the flaming skies which told The dawn of Armageddon's day.

I heard, in clarion tones, a Voice Which shook the sky and earth below: "Ye mighty angels, loose your hold, And let the winds of heaven blow." Then desolation filled the earth, Her cities fell mid smoke and flame, While awful streams of crimson blood Unto the horses' bridles came.

And quick the avenging angels haste To pour upon earth's withering sod, Unmixed with mercy, fierce, and swift, The vials of the wrath of God. Then not alone on Egypt's land, As in the wondrous days of yore, The vengeance of the Almighty's hand Is felt by men from shore to shore.

And croaking spirits, dread and vile, Held carnival by night and day, And hasted to the kings of earth To gather them in fierce array. The sun poured out a fiery flame, The seas and rivers rolled with blood, Till earth one charnel-house became, Encompassed with her ghastly flood.

And every island fled away, The hoary mountains were not found, And heaven's hosts in dread array Poured awful hail upon the ground. Then from the darkening heavens afar, Beyond the fierce and fiery sun, I heard a mighty Voice proclaim The thrilling sentence: "IT IS DONE!"

I turned and cried: "O angel guide, Pray when shall all these wonders be?" And quick a Voice from heaven replied: "Go bid My people, far and wide, From pole to pole, from sea to sea, Haste; warn earth's nations of their doom; Behold, behold, I quickly come."