James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
April 19Apocalypse
By Richard Realf (18321878)
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Down from his breast the red blood gushed,
And o’er his face a glory rushed.
And in his ears there went and came
A sound as of devouring flame,
The great light clasped his brows again,
So that they shone like Stephen’s when
And shook with shuddering awe to trace
God’s splendors settling o’er his face.
Raising clean hands toward heaven, he cried,
“All hail the Star and Stripes!” and died—
(O blessedness ineffable!)
Vision apocalyptical
All radiant with glad surprise
Looked forward through the centuries,
In the world’s soil in cycles past
Spring up and blossom at the last.
And where the scythes of Truth had mown
Clear space for Liberty’s white throne.
The blackening stains had been removed
Forever from the land he loved.
And clamorous Faction, gagged and bound,
Gasping its life out on the ground.
Walked swarming troops of cheerful hopes,
Which evermore to broader scopes
The world’s weal in its own, and bends
Self-needs to large, unselfish ends.
Of Earth’s most populous continents,
She dropped such rare heart affluence
The wondering peoples thronged to seize
Her proffered pure benignities.
Of widening empires, none might boast
Whose love were best or strength were most,
Beneath the flag which, debonaire,
Waved joyous in the cleansed air.
Beyond this gloomy atmosphere
Which shuts us in with doubt and fear,
Ran greatening in perpetual lease
Through balmy years of odorous peace—
Of intense passionate ecstasy,
The sight which thrilled him utterly.
Of murder and of mortal pain,
The vision which shall be again!
Raised conquering hands toward heaven and cried,
“All hail the Star and Stripes!” and died.