Mors Dei.

R Robert Crawford Robert Crawford
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Methought I saw God dying, and The millions round His bed; And all in every planet knew They'd pass when He was dead. In a wan light He lay somewhere, Where all was strange and dim, And one by one each living thing Felt the life leaving Him. The fiercest creatures lost their power, The brightest eyes grew pale; A weakness spread through every star Like a funereal tale. Through Heaven and Hell a tremor passed; The fiends and seraphim Had hushed their cries and songs, and came To share their doom with Him. And o'er the Eyes that looked on all A deathly glamour passed, And He knew all that He had made Was one with Him at last; As with His final breath a boom Crashed through the worlds, and He Let go the awful stress He'd kept On Life's immensity.

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