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POEMS.
'Twas heard—and with lightning-speed down to the ground
The red flame descended, while up rose a sound
Like the wail of a nation whose honor is lost,
Whose heart's dearest wishes are suddenly crossed.
The red flame descended, while up rose a sound
Like the wail of a nation whose honor is lost,
Whose heart's dearest wishes are suddenly crossed.
Amazed and confounded the false prophets stood,
The fire was consuming their altar and wood,
While echoes, resounding from mountain and sod
Were loudly proclaiming, "The Lord, He is God!"
The fire was consuming their altar and wood,
While echoes, resounding from mountain and sod
Were loudly proclaiming, "The Lord, He is God!"
