VISION OF BELSHAZZAR.
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VISION OF BELSHAZZAR.[1]
I.
The King was on his throne,
The Satraps thronged the hall:[2]
A thousand bright lamps shone
O'er that high festival.
A thousand cups of gold,
In Judah deemed divine—[3]
Jehovah's vessels hold
The godless Heathen's wine!
II.
In that same hour and hall,
The fingers of a hand
Came forth against the wall,
And wrote as if on sand:
The fingers of a man;—
A solitary hand
Along the letters ran,
And traced them like a wand.
III.
The monarch saw, and shook,
And bade no more rejoice;
All bloodless waxed his look,
And tremulous his voice.
"Let the men of lore appear,
