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THE INFANT ST. JOHN.
43
Do we not live now in those evil days
Which were foretold,
In holy writings and inspired lays,
Of prophets old?
There is a wild confusion in the world,
Like the vexed sea,
And ancient thrones are from high places hurled,
Yet man not free.
And vain opinions seek to change all life,
Yet yield no aid
To all the sickness, want, the grief and strife
Which now pervade.
Are not these signs of that approaching time
Of blood and tears,
When thou shalt call to dread account the crime
Of many years?
Then who shall hide before thee, only he
Who is all thine,
Who hath stood fast, amid iniquity,
In faith divine.
Oh, Lord, awaken us; let us not cease
To look afar.
Let us not, like the foolish, call it peace
When there is war.
