Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DAY OF JUDGEMENT, by HENRY VAUGHAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When through the north a fire shall rush Last Line: And bring me, where I'd be. Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist | ||||||||
When through the North a fire shall rush And roll into the East, And like a fiery torrent brush And sweep up South and West, When all shall stream, and lighten round And with surprising flames Both stars and elements confound And quite blot out their names, When thou shalt spend thy sacred store Of thunders in that heat And low as e'er they lay before Thy six-days-buildings beat, When like a scroll the heavens shall pass And vanish clean away, And nought must stand of that vast space Which held up night and day, When one loud blast shall rend the deep, And from the womb of earth Summon up all that are asleep Unto a second birth, When thou shalt make the clouds thy seat, And in the open air The quick and dead, both small and great Must to thy bar repair; O then it will be all too late To say, What shall I do? Repentance there is out of date And so is mercy too; Prepare, prepare me then, O God! And let me now begin To feel my loving father's rod Killing the man of sin! Give me, O give me crosses here, Still more afflictions lend, That pill, though bitter, is most dear That brings health in the end; Lord, God! I beg nor friends, nor wealth But pray against them both; Three things I'd have, my soul's chief health! And one of these seem loath, A living FAITH, a HEART of flesh, The WORLD an enemy, This last will keep the first two fresh, And bring me, where I'd be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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