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The
Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold
And his cohorts were gleaming with purple and gold
And the sheen of his spurs was like stars on the sea
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green
That host with their banners at sunset was seen
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn has blown
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill
And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still !
And there lay the steed with his nostrils all wide
But through them there rolled not the breath of his pride
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf
And there lay the rider, distorted and pale
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone
The lances unlifted, the trumpets unblown.
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail
And the idols are broken in temples of Baal
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord.
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This is a poem based on the Bible account of how Jehovah's
angel killed 185,000 Assyrian soldiers in one night . Based on 2 Kings 19:35
Submitted by Merle Eldridge |
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