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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
The Trumpet
By Sir Edwin Arnold (18321904)
W
On that day,
The wicked, slow-gathering,
Shall say,
“Is it long we have lain in our graves?
For it seems as an hour!”
Then will Israfil call them to judgment:
And none shall have power
To turn aside, this way or that;
And their voices will sink
To silence, except for the sounding
Of a noise, like the noise on the brink
Of the sea when its stones
Are dragged with a clatter and hiss
Down the shore, in the wild breakers’ roar!
The sound of their woe shall be this:—
That He liveth Eternal, “Self-made,”
Shall call to the mountains to crush them;
Amazed and affrayed.
Thy grace against that day afford.