Classic Poem

Black through the air, ye pow'rs of Darkness fly,
With Malice and Revenge — a sullen train!
Pure and serene shou'd be the conscious sky,
An emblem of M ESSIAH'S glorious reign.
Oh let not man, redeem'd from Mis'ry's chain,
Fiercely and proud his fellow man behold —
To Penitence severe — to Mercy cold!
And view her smiles — her heav'nly smile in vain!
Tho' in his soul, let holy Truth engrave
Her precious counsel, and in crimson deep
Of sacred blood, her glowing letters steep! —
SAVIOUR comes! tho' angry demons rave —
He came to pardon — and He came to save!