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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOUR OF JUDGMENT, by VIOLA CHITTENDEN WHITE Poet's Biography
First Line: You think that, clad in lightning, he
Last Line: And the old order is dead.
Subject(s): Wellesley College
First Line: You think that, clad in lightning, he
Last Line: And the old order is dead.
Subject(s): Wellesley College
YOU think that, clad in lightning, he
Will run on earth disastrously,
That, seeing him shake on the air
You will have warning to prepare?
No! He is listening and low.
Like a ragman he must go
A dark way full of murmurings
Till he hear the final things: --
The crying of the hungry child,
The worker, "I no more believe,"
The dream that shouts unreconciled,
Though cell or torment it receive,
Of what a new dawn shall achieve.
Then he nods his ponderous head, --
And the old order is dead.
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