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The City of the Anti-Christ 
 
 BABYLON IN CHALDEA 
 
 RICHARD HAYES McCARTNEY 
 
 Author of *'The Imperiar\ *' Reign of the Prince of Peace' 
 ''The Anti-ChrisV\ ''An Unclean SpiriV\ "Songs in the 
 Watting'', "The Whip of God' \ "Gallipoli", etc. 
 
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 Published by 
 
 Fleming H. Revell Company 
 
 Chicago and New York 
 

 Copyright in 1917, by 
 Frances Sweetman Hayes McCartney Morse 
 
TO 
 
 MARY SPURGIN, 
 
 THE MOTHER OF MY WIFE 
 
 O Lover of wee Buds and Blossoms gay. 
 Oft grieved to see the Shadow of Decay 
 Creeping across the Glories in thine hand — 
 Lo, Thou, with Faith's expectancy can stand 
 Waiting, and watching for the Coming King — 
 When Earth's waste places shall their blossoms fling 
 An avalanche of Glories to thy sight — 
 Then, Thou, can'st revel in a great delight 
 Seeing Perfection on each hud, and bloom — 
 New wondrous buds of exquisite perfume. 
 
 So fell on sleep — Lo, there had opened eyes 
 To that ONE Splendor of fair Paradise, 
 Had touched The Hand where yet the nail-prints be — 
 Looked in HIS Face Thou didst so wish to see; 
 Now happy beyond words that thought can say — 
 Now patient waiting for that Blessed Day 
 When with New Body clothed Thou shalt see 
 The Renewed Earth like rapturous Melody. 
 
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Editorial from The Chicago Journal, February 13, 1918. 
 
 COTTON FROM MESOPOTAMIA 
 
 The British army in Mesopotamia is supplying itself with 
 nearly everything but clothing and munitions by the simple 
 process of irrigating the land which the Turks have left 
 desert for centuries. British engineers and native workmen 
 have put a barrage — not of shells, but of earth and willow 
 mats — across the Tigris, raised the water level, cleared out 
 the ancient canals or dug new ones, and turned the vitalizing 
 current on the desolate, thirsty acres. As a result, the natives 
 are enjoying greater prosperity than at any time for the last 
 400 years, and the British army at Bagdad is provided with 
 cereals, vegetables and largely with meat without drawing 
 on a single precious ton of the world's too scanty shipping. 
 
 It is a magnificent achievement, and one likely to have im- 
 portant and far-reaching consequences. To hand back this 
 newly created garden for the Turks to turn into a desert 
 again is manifestly impossible. Mesopotamia must remain 
 imder British or interallied control, that its peoples may be 
 protected and its resources developed. But this means that our 
 southern states had better have a care, or they will lose 
 their present monopoly of the world's chief clothing material. 
 
 Lower Mesopotamia is one of the finest cotton growing 
 regions in the world. It is particularly well-fitted for grow- 
 ing the long staple Egyptian cotton, which brings a much 
 higher price than the ordinary American variety. Egypt has 
 been developed till it produces from 1,200,000 to 1,500,000 
 bales of this fibre per year, but Mesopotamia is several times 
 as large as Egypt, and fully as fertile. Lack of capital, lack 
 of labor, lack of transportation all will conspire to make the 
 cotton development of the country slow, but with stable and 
 honest government, all these difficulties will be overcome at 
 last, and the south will have a competitor who can really 
 compete. 
 
A FOREWORD. 
 
 "Ho! to the Land shadowing with wings, which is beyond 
 the rivers of Ethiopia, that sendeth ambassadors by the sea 
 even in vessels which drink up water, saying. Go, ye swift 
 messengers, to a Nation dragged away and peeled, to a 
 people terrible from their beginning onward, a nation meteth 
 and trodden down whose land the rivers have despoiled. 
 All ye inhabitants of the World, and ye dwellers on the 
 Earth, when an ensign is lifted up on the mountains, see 
 ye; and when the Trumpet is blown, hear ye." 
 
 Are the words of the Prophet Isaiah about to be ful- 
 filled? 
 
 O England, England is it thine 
 
 To lay foundation for design. 
 
 Jehovah hath for Israel's Race — 
 
 To bring back part to Ancient place! 
 
 Near twenty years have passed since this volume under 
 the title of "The Lady of Nations," was written and printed. 
 In that short span of years how has the world moved — and 
 how has the world been in reality "turned upside down." 
 Events have crowded on Events; horrors on horribleness; 
 blood shed as if no better than ditch-water; men driven like 
 dumb cattle to slaughter; ruins piled on ruins until it is 
 almost too common to bother about; towns and cathedrals 
 shot to pieces; women raped; children butchered; all rights 
 of humanity trampled underfoot; women too horror-stricken 
 to weep over their dead; children bereft of fathers, mothers 
 — of kith and kin; debts piled upon debts for war munitions 
 — until the only hope seems, Repudiation! 
 
 And men who had already forsaken God — ^now cry out: 
 
THE CffTY OF THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 "God hath forsaken this world!" We see the deluded Paci- 
 fists who cried out four years ago, "Peace, we shall not have 
 war any more!" We see these Despisers of Jehovah's Book 
 — ^with their lying, foolish tongues — stand confused — ^their 
 fool dreams, blatant, are confounded — we see Morley, the 
 High Priest of The Cult who could do without God — retire 
 in a melancholy protest against war that shattered the shal- 
 low frothiness of a man whom, alas, England delighted to 
 honor. 
 
 Thy Gods are stricken — and have died! 
 Lo, all thy Oracles have lied! 
 And thou most surely was bereft 
 Without one hope of comfort left. 
 
 O thou proud Soul! now as alone. 
 With all thine Idols overthrown. 
 Thy Gods, who were to thee delight, 
 Evanish in a hideous night. 
 
 Poor Soul — ^that standest now apart 
 A lonesomeness within thine heart. 
 Not one of all thy Loves to be 
 A solace in thy misery. 
 
 For thou, with such a sublime rage, 
 Blotted The Christ from every page, 
 And printed God with little "g" 
 To show thine animosity. 
 
 In the night of warrings we again hear the False Prophets 
 cry aloud: "Peace Comes! A Universal Peace by Force! — 
 (a pretty Peace indeed when made by Force). We have 
 Deniers of Christ's Divinity — ^like Taft; Starr Jordan; the 
 blatant and false prophet, Bryan; and a host of lesser fel- 
 
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 lows, crying out in this Country their vaporings— men who 
 will not read The Utterance of the Eternal— will pay no heed 
 to the Determined Council of Jehovah. We have a host of 
 so-called Ministers of God filling the many pulpits of this 
 broad land, every one more "stout than his fellows" to deny 
 Divine Inspiration of the Word; Rob Christ of His Deity; 
 sneer at his miraculous birth; trample under foot His Blood 
 of Atonement; deny His Bodily Resurrection. Babble of 
 The Fatherhood of God of all human creatures. Civic 
 Righteousness and all such catch words, ideas that are 
 right if the Christ accepted as the only hope of salvation 
 —but ideas woefully out of harmony if the fundamentals 
 of Christ denied— learn first of Christ and then Civic Right- 
 eousness will be in hearts of all men without the eternal harp- 
 ing on it. 
 
 Yet out of all the darkness, out of the cries of distress 
 and anguish of the world — ^behold, the dawnings of a better 
 day — the near approaching of the Feet of Him who shall 
 bring in The Golden Peace to all the Nations of the Earth. 
 
 Lo, the newspapers of to-day have strange headings, and 
 old Biblical names flashed over the wires, places are again 
 heard of that had slumbered now near two thousand years. 
 Gath, Askelon, Sinai, Hebron, Beersheba — and now the glad 
 news flashed over the wires — 
 
 "Jerusalem Occupied by the British!*' 
 
 Thank God! that the misrule of the Turk is over. 
 
 "Ariel— The Lion of God!" "Salem! the City of David!" 
 "The City of The Great King!" whose future name is to be, 
 "Jehovah-Shammah! (Jehovah is There!") 
 
 This news whispereth that Jehovah is stretching out His 
 hand to bless The Land He loveth. "A Land which The 
 Lord thy God careth for. The eyes of The Lord Thy God 
 are always upon it from the Beginning of the year even to 
 the end of the year." Is it not strange that the Land de- 
 
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 scribed by Josephus — as a well watered garden with abun- 
 dant crops — filled with people — should have so suddenly- 
 changed to sterility — ^never yielding to the Foemen the fruit- 
 fulness of former years. To be sure, all lands cursed under 
 Turkish rule; but the land has not "yielded its increase" 
 since The Jews were driven out; so barren a land, and 
 almost desolate had it become, that Voltaire and other infi- 
 dels, laughing, said, "This Jehovah had small conceptions 
 giving such a small present to His People, Israel!" And 
 some blatantly denied that it ever was a Land flowing "with 
 milk and honey, and full of water springs." 
 
 As usual, the Fools did not read Jehovah's unconditional 
 promise to Israel — The Grant of Land, never yet possessed 
 in its entirety by the Jews, and never received, stretching 
 from the River of Egypt to the River Euphrates, thereby 
 taking in a stretch of Mesopotamia, the richest soil in the 
 world, and running South with boundaries that take in all 
 of Arabia — for the additional promise given E*en ever the 
 People entered Canaan, "I have given thee for a possession 
 wherever thy foot has trodden." This a vast Empire. And 
 Voltaire and others forgot to read, that if Israel forsook 
 Him, He would shake them out of The Land — and withdraw 
 its fruitfulness while they were scattered among the Na- 
 tions. 
 
 It is strange that within the last twenty-five years a re- 
 markable change of climatic condition has again brought on 
 His Land "the early and the latter rains." Surely, Jehovah 
 will soon have pity on His Land, He is moving on the 
 troubled waters of the world, and we can almost hear the 
 whisper: "0 My People, I come quickly." 
 
 And again He whispers to His Church to search The 
 Prophecies in the Old Testament in regard to that City 
 and that Land — and also to the Land that He has set His 
 Face against to finally Destroy with an everlasting Destruc- 
 tion, He has not either Forgotten, nor Forgiven her ancient 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 Sin! Her Sin that for Four Millenniums has been a blight, 
 a curse over all the world. He is preparing the way for 
 The Assyrian, who again in Babylon will set up the stan- 
 dard of Defiance against Jehovah and His Son — ^both The 
 Assyrian, and His City, with all its abominations of Com- 
 mercial and Religious Depravities, shall be smitten with de- 
 struction OAWvhelming and Eternal. 
 
 Then surSfy a study of the prophecies in the Old Testa- 
 ment in regard to that Person, and that City, is well worthy 
 the most careful attention of all Believers in Jesus Christ. 
 
 Out of this present war will come the Revival of the 
 Mesopotamian country and also the bringing back of a por- 
 tion of Israel to add their contribution to the wickedness 
 of the closing Days of Gentile Power. 
 
 Under the benign shadow of England these lands would 
 quickly be renovated and made a "garden of God" once 
 more. 
 
 England, this little island who has paled the glory of all 
 Nations, where colonization is contrasted. She stands the 
 greatest of all in blessing the places where she floats her 
 little bit of red. Compared to her as a colonizing Power — 
 Rome failed — Portugal — Spain — Netherland — aye, Germany 
 failed! 
 
 Think you it is by accident, a freak of fortunate cir- 
 cumstances has made England Mistress of the Seven Seas, 
 has planted her flag "around the world," so that the sun 
 never sets on her or on her Children's Dominion. Nay, it 
 has been that in spite of all her sins and follies (and surely 
 many like the opium war on China) she has proven, if at 
 first a rough Father — ever after that, a mother of compas- 
 sion, a minister of justice to the noble and the pauper, to 
 bound and free alike — and why, because in her oft stupid, 
 blundering, inconsistent manner she has ever carried the 
 Pages of Jehovah's Message to Humanity. 
 
 And now her armies have half conquered Mesopotamia and 
 
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 Palestine, be her methods but grasping, greed, or in com- 
 mercial defense of her Jewel, India — whatever be her ultra 
 desires — and tho we know it is not to redeem these lands 
 from a Biblical point of view — ^we feel assured that Jehovah 
 is making Her His Instrument in carrying out His will, and 
 His long ago determined purpose towards these Lands — ^the 
 Center of the World. 
 
 England has spoken — Palestine for the Jew! ' 
 
 England has coveted Mesopotamia as the land wherewith 
 to hold the key which will lock out other nations from rob- 
 bing her of her Jewel — India. But while we heartily re- 
 joice at the defeat of the Turk — and the Salvation as it were 
 of Jerusalem — we must sorrowfully remember that this is 
 not the final deliverance of The City and the land from the 
 hands of the Enemy. 
 
 This British occupation, if successful, will make England 
 the nominal ruler of more Followers of Mohammed than 
 any one ruler in the entire world. The two most sacred 
 places to Mohammedans, Mecca and Medina, are now under 
 the protection of England — ^next to them come Bagdad and 
 Jerusalem — ^with 50,000,000 under British, in allied or trib- 
 utary States, England must not offend them by encroaching 
 on their religious liberty. The English have ever been past 
 Masters in Latitudinarianism in dealing with non-Christian 
 Races. She is not the Mother, but she is the Patronizer of 
 many Heathen Religions — from a worldly point of view that 
 may be even hand of justice — ^but in the paying of salaries 
 to non-Christian Priests she surely has been Committing a 
 National Sin. 
 
 Hence, if the Jews return in part, and they will only in 
 part at first, there will be restrictions from demands of the 
 Polyglot Religions who shall insist on still retaining the 
 so-called but fraudulent Holy Spots — ^that will be very gall- 
 ing to the Jews. And this, no doubt, may exasperate the 
 Orthodox — ^while the Reformed Jews, with a Gallio indif- 
 
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 ference, with smile, will be a "big Brother" among religious 
 ones whom they will in heart sneer at and despise. But the 
 coming return of part of the Jews will not be the same as 
 the Final Return as recorded in The Word of the Holy 
 Spirit by the mouth of Jewish Prophets. 
 
 In our happiness to see the Freedom of The Land and 
 People we must not close our eyes to the fact that there is 
 yet to come, "The time of Jacob's trouble." They will re- 
 turn, some, "that say in pride and in stoutness of heart, 
 The bricks are fallen, but we will build with hewn stone; 
 the sycamores art cut down, but we will put cedars in their 
 place," . . . "their land is full of silver and gold, neither 
 is there any end of their treasures; their land also is full 
 of horses; neither is there any end of their chariots." 
 
 A Jewish Temple will be built — and surely a splendor 
 equal to that of Herod's, the daily sacrifice will be inaug- 
 urated. The Land will be filled with Cities, with all mod- 
 em improvements, an era of Prosperity as never such shall 
 be inaugurated — ^but yet — slowly, but surely, shall come 
 The Sinister Shadow over them of that Terrible Being of 
 numerous names, such as The Anti-Christ, The Beast of Em- 
 pire, the King of Assyria and Babylon — and under his rule 
 — and of those dark days it is prophesied: "Ask ye now 
 and see whether a man doth travail with child? Wherefore, 
 do I see every man with his hands on his loins, as a woman 
 in travail, and all faces are turned into paleness? Alas, 
 for that day is great, so that none is like it: It is even the 
 time of Jacob's trouble." 
 
 And now let us read as to how The Lord regards this 
 returned people: "Therefore thus saith the Lord God: Be- 
 cause ye are all become dross, behold, therefore, I will 
 gather you into the midst of Jerusalem. 
 
 "As they gather silver, and brass, and iron, and lead, and 
 tin, will I gather you in mine anger and in my fury, and I 
 will leave you there, and melt you. 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 'Tea, I will gather you, and blow upon you in the fire 
 of my wrath, and ye shall be melted in the midst thereof. 
 
 "As Silver is melted in the midst of the furnace, so shall 
 ye be melted in the midst thereof; and ye shall know that 
 I the Lord have poured out my fury upon you. 
 
 "And it shall come to pass, that in all the land, saith The 
 Lord, two parts therein shall be cut off and die; but the 
 third shall be left therein. 
 
 "And I will bring the third part through the fire, and 
 will refine them as silver is refined, and will try them as 
 gold is tried: they shall call on my name, and I will hear 
 them: I will say, it is my people: and they shall say, The 
 Lord is my Gk)d." 
 
 The time of Jacob's trouble, but Jehovah Christ Himself 
 shall be the Deliverer — and the only Deliverer, "Behold, a 
 day of Jehovah .... For I will gather all Nations against 
 Jerusalem to battle; and the City shall be taken, and the 
 houses rifled, and the women ravished; and half of the City 
 shall go unto Captivity; and the residue of the people shall 
 not be cut off from the City. Then shall Jehovah go forth 
 and fight against those Nations. And His Feet shall stand 
 in that day upon the mount of Olives which is before Jeru- 
 salem on the East, and the Mount of Olives shall be cleft 
 in twain in the midst thereof towards the East and towards 
 the West, and there shall be a very great valley; and half 
 of the mountain shall remove towards the North and half 
 of it towards the South." 
 
 (The Words of the two angels may be remembered in this 
 connection, on Mount Olivet, the last spot on Earth where 
 the feet of our Lord stood before he ascended to heaven.) 
 To the Disciples were the words: "This same Jesus who 
 was received up from you unto heaven shall so come in like 
 manner as ye beheld Him going unto Heaven" — so Olivet 
 the last place to hold Hi^ blessed feet — and Olivet the first 
 place where His Returning feet shall stand, when He comes 
 to save His People Israel from all their Enemies. 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 "But the multitude of thy foes shall be like small dust, 
 and the multitude of the terrible ones as chaff that passeth 
 away: yea, it shall be an instant suddenly. She shall be 
 visited of Jehovah of hosts with thunder, and with earth- 
 quake, and great noise, with whirlwind and tempest, and 
 the flame of a devouring fire. And the multitude of all the 
 nations that fight against Ariel, even all that fight against 
 her and her stronghold, and that distress her, shall be as a 
 dream of the night." 
 
 "I will place Salvation in Zion for Israel My Glory." 
 
 And then The Final Return of all the Jews, from every 
 quarter of the globe and islands of the sea. 
 
 "And the Ransomed of The Lord Shall return and come 
 to Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads; 
 they shall obtain joy and gladness and sorrow and sighing 
 
 shall flee away Thy People also shall be all 
 
 Righteous: they shall inherit The Land Forever, the branch 
 of My planting, the work of My hands, that I may be glori- 
 fied. All that see them shall acknowledge them, that they 
 are The Seed that Jehovah hath Blessed." , 
 
 "I, Jehovah, will hasten it in His time." 
 
 Probably one-fourth of the land surface of this, our 
 Earth, is not inhabited for the want of water — ^but a large 
 area of the richest land in the world produces a very lim- 
 ited crop, and has few inhabitants — simply because it is 
 ofttimes cursed by too much Water. Mesopotamia, rather 
 a narrow strip of land, in length near a thousand miles, has 
 two of the most noble rivers in the world (and owing to 
 the cursed rule of the Turk) as they roll on from the Moun- 
 tains of Armenia to the Persian Gulf flood the country be- 
 cause of the ruin of canals — overflowing their banks, mak- 
 ing marshes of land that if cultivated could feed, and give 
 dwelling places, to many, many millions — ^millions who now 
 have not always enough to eat — and dwell in places they 
 call home, which are no better than cattlesheds. 
 
THE CITY or THE ANTI-CHKIST. 
 
 Somewhere in this once garden spot of the world is, no 
 doubt, the former site where Adam and Eve first beheld 
 the grandeur and beauty of a Recreated Earth. Here after 
 the Flood the Standard of Rebellion was raised against 
 Jehovah. Here under Satanic deception, arousing of curios- 
 ity — a world was ruined — and here under the tutelage of 
 Satan was given to humanity a system of worship, which 
 has, in various forms, prevailed over the greater number 
 of nations and humanity to this very day. When Jehovah 
 confounded the one language of humanity — ^and scattered 
 them abroad over the face of the Earth — the peoples in their 
 meanderings carried with them — Idolatry! And we are 
 told, "the Gentiles worshipped Devils," for behind this Idol 
 worship is Demon worship, of many and various kinds. Here 
 has always been the desire of Satan — ^this the scene of his 
 second triumph over Jehovah. When the Jews as a nation 
 were almost a mass of Idolators and Jehovah set them aside 
 from being His Earthly Representatives there was set up 
 the First Empire which gained world-wide dominion. For 
 it is written in "The Scriptures of Truth" of Nebuchadnez- 
 zar: "Thou, King, art the King of Kings, unto whom The 
 God of Heaven hath given the kingdom, the power, the 
 strength and the glory; and wheresoever the children of 
 men dwell, the beasts of the field and the birds of heavens 
 hath He given unto thy hand and hath made thee to rule over 
 them all." And so commenced the days of the Gentiles. 
 
 We read in Daniel, fourth chapter, Nebuchadnezzar made 
 a proclamation, "unto all the peoples, nations and languages, 
 that dwell in all the earth." Now we are fully convinced 
 that when The Hyper-Critics, who with aid of Satanic power, 
 are at present destroying the Belief of all the Protestant 
 Churches in The Book — ^that when their work is finished, and 
 each fool scholar pats the other fool scholar on the back, 
 with, "Our work well done — and more especially have we 
 destroyed all faith in that so-called Book of Daniel!" At 
 
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 that day shall come to light That Proclamation, probably 
 now unread amid the tablets brought from the East, from 
 the Royal Library of Babylon — for not the shadow of a 
 doubt that tablet is yet, either in Babylon, or in the safe- 
 keeping of some University, either in United States, or in 
 Europe. Providence has not been over kind in confounding 
 these Hyper-Critics who when they loudly bray, "This pas- 
 sage wildly amiss, no such has been, is not, nor ever will 
 be," Lo, a turn of a spade in some deserted place in the 
 East — and a confirmation of The Scripture — ^but instead of 
 acknowledging their brazen lie, they pass over the evidence 
 to a discreet silence. Of this land — Babylonia of Nebuchad- 
 nezzar — some 2,360 years ago — Herodotus writes: 
 
 "The City of Babylon is an exact square, one hundred and 
 twenty furlongs (about fourteen miles) in length each way, 
 so that the entire circuit is four hundred and eighty fur- 
 longs, or an area of nearly 200 square miles. While such is 
 its size in magnificence that no other city approaches it. A 
 wall fifty cubits in width and two hundred high. In the 
 circuit of the walls are a hundred gates, all of brass, with 
 brazen lintels and side posts. The City is divided by the 
 Euphrates a broad, deep swift stream. The houses are 
 mostly three and four stories high; the streets all run in 
 straight lines, not only those parallel to the river, but also 
 cross streets that run down to the River. The sacred pre- 
 cinct of Jupiter Belus, a square enclosure two furlongs each 
 v/ay, with gates of solid brass. In the middle a tower of 
 solid masonry a furlong in length and breadth, upon which 
 was raised a second tower, and on that a third, and so on 
 up to eight. On the topmost tower there is a spacious temple, 
 inside the temple stands a couch of unusual size, richly 
 adorned, with a golden table by the side. There is no statue 
 set up in the place. The chamber occupied of nights by a 
 single native woman, who the priests of this God affirm is 
 chosen for himself by the Deity. They also declare the 
 
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 God comes down in person unto this Chamber. Below, in 
 same precinct a second temple in which a figure of Jupiter, 
 all of gold. The throne and table before it of gold; in all, 
 the gold weighed eight hundred talents. Semiramis the 
 Queen raised certain embankments, in the plain near Baby- 
 lon, to control the river, which till then, used to overflow, 
 and flood the whole country round about. The whole Baby- 
 lonia is, like Egypt, intersected by Canals. Of all the 
 countries there is none which is so fruitful in grain. It 
 makes no pretensions indeed of growing the fig, the olive, 
 the vine, but in grain it is so fruitful as to yield commonly 
 two hundred fold, and when the production is the greatest 
 three hundred fold. The blade of the wheat plant, and 
 barley plant, is often four fingers in breadth — I am not 
 ignorant that what I have already written concerning the 
 fruitfulness of Babylonia must seem incredible. Palm trees 
 grow in great numbers over the whole flat country mostly of 
 the kind which bears fruit — and this fruit supplies them 
 with bread, wine and honey. 
 
 "The Babylonians have lately hit upon a different plan to 
 save their maidens from violence, which is to bring up their 
 daughters to be courtesans. The Babylonians have one most 
 shameful custom. Every woman born in the Country must 
 go once in her life and sit down in the precinct of Venus 
 and there consort with a stranger; when she has so gone 
 with him she satisfies the Goddess." 
 
 The last paragraph surely shows how truthfully the wom- 
 an in Revelation 18 Chapter, is truthfully called, "Babylon 
 the Great, The Mother of Harlots!" It is doubtful before 
 Nimrod's time if ever any nation made Prostitution an 
 adjunct for gain in the sacred chambers of their Temples. 
 This Babylon did openly — ^her temples houses of religious 
 prostitution. We now have however this practiced in some 
 temples of the East, so that to this day the cult of Babylon 
 still held sacred by millions of people. 
 
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 Pliny says, "that the wheat is cut twice, and is after- 
 wards good keep for beast." 
 
 The English Colonel Chesney remarks: "Although greatly 
 changed by the neglect of man those portions of Mesopo- 
 tamia which are still cultivated as the country about Hillah 
 show, that the region has all the fertility ascribed to it by 
 Herodotus. The time may not be distant when the date 
 groves of the Euphrates may be interspersed with flourish- 
 ing towns, surrounded with fields of finest wheat, and the 
 most productive plantations of indigo, cotton and sugar 
 cane." 
 
 Ammianus called the country a forest of verdure. 
 
 It is now most interestling to read the testimony of one 
 whom we may say, is the most fitting one in the world to 
 give such — ^the best posted man on such a subject — ^this 
 witness writes 2350 years after Herodotus. The man who 
 by Engineer's skill in projecting the Assuan Dam increased 
 the area of cultivation in the Nile Valley from 5,000,000 to 
 6,000,000 acres by such the general value of land through- 
 out Egypt was doubled. The cost of this achievement as 
 regards Capital Expenditure was about $20,000,000 or less 
 than $5.00 per acre. 
 
 This man, Sir William Willcocks, K. C. M. G., at a Meet- 
 ing of The Royal Geographical Society on November 15th, 
 1909, read before that celebrated and august, scholarly Body 
 a paper from which we quote freely — ^not by any means ex- 
 hausting the interesting information therein given: 
 
 "Appointed by the Turkish Government to engage En- 
 gineers and survey and level the rivers and canals of the 
 Tigris — Euphrates delta, and devise projects for the rehabi- 
 tation of the country, I first set myself the task of mastering 
 the ancient systems of irrigation, improving on them when 
 I could, and adopting them when I could find no better sub- 
 stitute. I started with the Garden of Eden 
 
 Garden succeeds garden orchards, and date groves lie be- 
 
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 tween fields of cotton, and life, and prosperity, are before 
 us wherever the water can reach. I do not think it possible 
 to imagine anything more like a practical paradise than 
 the Country near Anah. 
 
 The lower Euphrates past Nasrie and Suk-es-Shayuk is 
 a veritable garden surrounded by water. 
 
 We have submitted to the Government a project for escap- 
 ing waters, the excess waters of the Euphrates down the de- 
 pression of the ancient Pison. An expenditure of £350,000 
 should suffice for the work — and it should take three years 
 to carry it out — I am not under, and not over the mark, 
 when I say, that the cultivated area will be doubled and the 
 yield of wheat trebled along the Euphrates the day this 
 work is completed. 
 
 Surveys and levels are now in hand for the Great Central 
 Canal of the delta which will irrigate 3,000,000 acres of the 
 best land in Mesopotamia, and carry water free of silt — at 
 Beled — in the days to come this, another canal will irrigate 
 6,000,000 acres. 
 
 The works we are proposing are drawn on sure and truth- 
 ful lines, and the day they are carried out — ^the two Great 
 Kivers will hasten to respond and Babylonia will once again 
 see her waste places becoming inhabited and the desert blos- 
 soming like the rose. 
 
 The water of the two rivers and Soil of the Country are 
 yellow in color. As one approaches Babylon we have great 
 stretches of salted land interposed with bare plains and low 
 sand drifts. All the land is capable of easy leveling and 
 reclamation — the presence of 15 per cent lime in the soil 
 renders reclamation very easy — One is never far away from 
 the Great Banks of the old canals, and ruined ancient towns. 
 
 In the arid regions of the Earth the withdrawal of water 
 turns a garden to a desert in a few weeks; its restoration 
 touches the country as with a magician's hand. 
 
 In her long history of many thousand of years Babylonia 
 
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 has again and again been submerged, but she has always 
 risen with an energy and thoroughness rivaling the very 
 completeness and suddenness of her fall. She has never failed 
 to respond to those who have striven to raise her. Again 
 it seems that the time has come for this land, long wasted 
 with misery, to rise from the very dust and take her place 
 by the side of her ancient rival of Egypt. 
 
 The Rivers are at flood in March, April and May, while 
 August and September are the months of low supply., We 
 may without the aid of reservoirs count on 6,000,000 acres 
 of Winter crops, and 3,000,000 of Summer crops. Wc; shall 
 have wheat, barley and beans in Winter, and cotton, indian 
 Com and rice in Summer. The Deserts of Mesopotamia are 
 not desolate like those of Egypt, but in the Great Steppes 
 capable of supporting millions of sheep. The date palra is at 
 home everywhere in the Delta, while the Basra Groves are 
 credited with 10,000,000 trees. Dates and wheat are con- 
 sidered as growing wild at Anah. 
 
 I have shown how the country can be protected from 
 floods and now a beginning can be made with the irrigation 
 of 3,000,000 acres of land capable of producing annually 
 1,000,000 tons of wheat and 2,000,000 hundred weights of 
 cotton. It now remains to consider how to get this product 
 to market — and how to dispose of the million of s)ieep and 
 hundreds of thousands of cattle which the delta w^ill con- 
 tain. 
 
 Every merchantman and man of business I have talked with 
 in Bagdad states, that the backward state of th»; country 
 is due in great part that while communication open by River 
 to East, it is to the West that the whole produce of the 
 Country v/ants to flnd a way. What is wanted therefore, is 
 a cheap railway connecting Bagdad with the Mediterranean 
 by the shortest and cheapest line possible. Such a Railway 
 would have its outlet on the Mediterranean near Tyre aftd 
 Sidon. These Centers of Commerce did not place themselves 
 
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 by accident where we find them today. They fulfilled the 
 requirements of the trade of V/estern Asia, Haifa and Beirut 
 to the immediate South; and North of Tyre and Sidon are 
 the modem representatives of these old Phoenician Cities. 
 They are connected by rail with Damascus. 
 
 The Damascus-Bagdad Railway will pass through Pal- 
 myra, Abu-Kimal, Hit and Bagdad. At Hit we have the 
 terminus of free navigation in the Euphrates and future 
 Port of the River. Suk-es-Shayuk — for the area cultivated 
 the population is very dense and the crops excellent. 
 
 Total length' of Railway from Dam.ascus to Bagdad 550 
 miles which could be constructed for £2,200,000. In addition 
 to the transport of the Exports and Imports of Tigris — 
 Euphrates delta, the railway from Bagdad to Damascus 
 will be the highway for the merchandise of Persia and for 
 all the Moslem pilgrims of Central Asia to the holy cities 
 of Islam. It will be the shortest route possible between 
 East and West and one day be carrying the mails from East 
 to West." 
 
 When to Jeremiah The Holy Spirit revealed the utter 
 destruction of Babylon, "Jeremiah wrote in a book all the 
 Evil that should come upon Babylon even all the words that 
 are written concerning Babylon." (Read the 50th and 51st 
 chapters of Jeremiah) "and Jeremiah said to Seriaich, when 
 thou comest to Babylon then see that thou readest all these 
 words and say, Jehovah, Thou hast spoken concerning this 
 place to cut it off that none shall dwell therein, neither man 
 nor beast, but that it shall be desolate forever." 
 
 It is well to remember that this "Seriaich went with Zede- 
 kiah, the King of Judah, to Babylon." This scroll of Jere- 
 miah read in Babylon even before Nebuchadnezzar had, in a 
 great measure, rebuilt and beautified Babylon — ^before he 
 had, walking in his Royal Palace of Babylon, gazing on its 
 massive, stately buildings, and in self laudation exclaimed: 
 "Is noj; this Great Babylon, which I have built for the Royal 
 
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 dwelling place, by the might of my power and for the Glory 
 of My Majesty!" And so this Captive Jew, Seriaich, was not 
 afraid of This Imperial King in the very meridian of his 
 splendid Glory — ^the entire known world at his feet. 
 
 Now this same roll was cast into the Euphrates — ^this river 
 is famous for the silt it brings in its journey to the Sea — 
 it has filled up the once famous canals of that City and 
 causes yearly inundation over the surrounding country — 
 (which inundation is so fatal to the British Army) — and in- 
 deed caused the Turks to gain a brilliant victory (aided by 
 starvation) over British Arms. Who shall say, stranger 
 things have come to pass in the Mystic East — ^more lately — 
 and will more so after the war — ^that when these Canals of 
 Ancient Babylon, preserved in a wonderful manner, are 
 cleaned out — this small scroll shall not be discovered. 
 
 We firmly believe that in the recently discovered libraries 
 of Babylon the latter day sneerers, in Christian pulpits and 
 college chairs, shall have placed before their eyes the proc- 
 lamations of Nebuchadnezzar as recorded in the Book of 
 Daniel — ^they will see it, but so set are such critics in their 
 Satanic pride that they will fulfill the words of Holy Writ 
 — you can bray a fool (a higher critic) in a mortar and he 
 will be yet a fool. 
 
 Now the Jew Captive Seriaich was not afraid of the dis- 
 pleasure, nor hate of King, nor of Noble, nor of Priests — 
 then, was the Beloved Disciple, the one who for three years 
 almost daily looked in the face of The Blessed One, Jehovah 
 Christ, whom he saw from Mount Olivet ascend to heaven — 
 whom afterwards he again beheld in His Glory: "One like 
 unto The Son of Man, clothed with a garment down to the 
 foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle. His head 
 and his hairs were white like wool as white as snow; and 
 His eyes were as a flame of fire; and His feet like unto fine 
 brass, as if they burned in a furnace; and His voice as the 
 sound of many waters . . . and His countenance was as the 
 
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 sun shineth in his strength. And when I saw Him I fell at 
 His feet as dead." Read the Description of the ANCIENT 
 OF DAYS in Daniel. 
 
 After seeing The King of Glory — John afraid of Nero! 
 John deliberately changing the Angels' words — Rome, to 
 Babylon! What a blot on the honesty of the man whom 
 Jehovah Jesus called a Son of thunder. Such arguments and 
 conclusions are, to say the least cf them, rather unseemly 
 and not respectful towards Jehovah Jesus, let alone John. 
 
 As John was commanded, "Write the things which thou 
 hast seen, and the things which are, and the things which 
 shall be hereafter." "And when the seven thunders had 
 uttered their voices I was about to write, and I heard a 
 voice from heaven saying seal up those things . . . and 
 write them not." 
 
 So we believe that John in this revelation wrote then and 
 there about the future — as they were unrolled before his 
 eyes — ^nothing left to his memory — and he would not dare 
 to vary from the details of the visions seen, nor fron»words 
 spoken. 
 
 We, therefore, are firmly convinced that Chapters XVII 
 and XVIII of the Book of the Revelations refer to coming 
 Events of the Rebuilt Babylon, the City of the Chaldeans, 
 in the land of Shinar — who with her restoration shall again 
 enwrap the hearts of men with her magnificence — and their 
 Souls by the subtle evil of the old, and new vices of Idolatry. 
 And we must remember that to-day over half of the in- 
 habitants of the world have the Babylon veil over their eyes 
 hiding the light of Jehovah, the veil woven by the cunning 
 hand of Satan in Babylon immediately after the Flood. 
 
 There is surely no Book of Holy Scriptures so much 
 twisted and contorted as this Book of Revelation. Christian 
 men, saved by The Blood-men, have written on this same 
 book in such language, and with such views so absurd, that 
 in spite of the opening injunction, "Blessed is he that Read- 
 
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 eth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and 
 keep those things which are written therein." People, real 
 Christians, back away from this book, not more so than if 
 the verse had read, "Cursed is he that readeth, etc." And 
 Christian commentators have been the real offenders — ^their 
 attempts at clearing up its mysteries have been oft so silly, 
 so absurd, so ridiculous — that their tomes have done more 
 injury than all the sneers of the Infidels. 
 
 The Sin of Satan, we are told, was pride; and not the 
 shaidow of a doubt but it is this same sin — Pride, that has 
 made this Book as it were a stumbling block to so many 
 true followers of The Holy One. We Gentiles are so con- 
 vinced of our Own Importance that we will not believe that 
 Jehovah had ever a chosen people — are we not flesh and 
 blood like to these Jews? 
 
 Think you it is possible that The Eternal One could, would 
 or should hold one race — and that an ignoble, paltry race — 
 above the multiplicity of Earth's races! And by this Satanic 
 inspired pride we Gentiles read ourselves in the Old and 
 New Testaments as The People — to the Jews the curses — 
 for they deserved them: To the Gentiles, the Church, belong 
 all the Blessings — long ago forfeited by The Jews for their 
 wickedness. The Early Fathers of the Christian Church 
 robbed the Jews, and we, their Children, are more brazen 
 than even they were, both in reiteration, practice, and con- 
 victions. Verily it was a Jew who wrote the XI Chapter in 
 Romans — ^and verses 17, 18, 21 are particularly offensive 
 to our Anglo-Saxon-Russian-Latin-Germanic and American 
 self-esteem and pride! It surely suits us well to have our 
 scholarly Christian Hyper-Critics pen-knife The Book so well 
 that scarce a ribbon of a page is left. 
 
 Yet this Book of Revelations is rather clear if the Book 
 of Daniel read side by side — ^the one the key to the other. 
 And if Christians in general did not believe that the Book 
 of Revelation is a history of The Church, that the Gentile 
 
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 Church the only Jewel in Jehovah's thoughts — ^we would take 
 the Book as a Book of FactS; and not a scheme of vivid 
 imaginations, wherein the future facts recorded therein will 
 lie fulfilled to the letter. The disposition of true, blood- 
 washed Christians to ignore the Old Testament is not of 
 God's teachings — but a grievous error on their part. We 
 have even two Deacons in a Church proclaiming itself thor- 
 oughly Evangelical, saying: "What have we to do with the 
 Old Testament — we do not read anything but the New Testa- 
 ment." Now if such sayings in the Elders* mouth — ^what-will 
 be the fruits which the Young People will bring forth? 
 
 We hold with the learned Bishop, "That a literal interpre- 
 tation of the Divine Words comes nearest to the Divine 
 Mind." 
 
 The momentous question, whether England or Germany 
 shall be the Renovator of Mesopotamia is not yet settled. At 
 present writing the Armies of England victorious — ^but none 
 can tell if disaster will not yet change that phase of the 
 situation. 
 
 For many years have some celebrated Englishmen, who 
 had personally become acquainted with that country, rec- 
 ognizing its surpassing fruitfulness, lying fallow, pleaded 
 with their Government the importance of a railway from the 
 Mediterranean to the Persian Gulf — ^not only from material 
 benefits, but also as a quick passage to guard from Russia 
 her pearl, India. In 1831, Chesney advocated "a Railway 
 from one of the ports opposite to the Island of Cyprus to 
 the head waters of the Euphrates, and water transport down 
 that river to Basra .... whilst at some later period the 
 railway itself might be extended to the Persian Gulf." 
 
 At that time the Sultan of Turkey could only rely on 
 England of all the Nations as a support, and would have 
 been glad to give England the right of way to Persian Gulf. 
 Then came the Building of Suez Canal, which Bismarck 
 termed, "The spinal cord of the British Empire." But, built 
 
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 by France, that nation owned the largest portion of the 
 Bonds, therefore, controlled its management. The Nations 
 had agreed that the Canal should only be used for commer- 
 cial purposes. Russia had declared war against Turkey, had 
 defeated them, and their victorious army within a hundred 
 miles of their long coveted prize, Constantinople. At that 
 time there was a Jew, a romance writer, poor, whose am- 
 bition led him to be a member of Parliament — called a 
 dandy, an unscrupulous adventurer, but a far-seeing, subtle, 
 brilliant, brainy man who by intellect and grit became head 
 of the then most Aristocratic Party in the World, the Tories, 
 became Prime Minister of England (a position nearer to 
 being Dictator to the World than any other Person on the 
 Earth). This fascinating Jew secretly, suddenly purchased 
 the Controlling Interest in the Suez Canal, loaded war trans- 
 ports with some of the best fighting soldiers of India, sent 
 them, in spite of the Written Will of Nations, through the 
 Suez Canal — ^and checkmated Victorious Russia. 
 
 Time and time again had Englishmen advocated this Rail- 
 way to India — ^but the British, now the mistress of the Seas, 
 smugly content with the Suez Canal, fell asleep — rather, lis- 
 tened to some of her Statesmen like Curzon, Governor of 
 India, who wrote, "the scheme of a Euphrates Valley Rail- 
 way, if tried, will be found wanted." 
 
 M. Cheradame in his fascinating book states: "The Rulers 
 of Great Britain exclusively guided by the seducing, but 
 entirely inaccurate idea, that since they desired Peace there 
 would not be War." 
 
 But while England as usual dilly-dallied a certain Young 
 German full of enthusiasm who had written, "All German 
 Rivers should be under German Control," also "devoted his 
 attention to Asia Minor and suggested that in that country 
 Germans might find ample scope for their energies . . . 
 perceived to the plains of Mesopotamia the attention of Eur- 
 ope would be directed, , . • . some day it would be possible 
 
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 to place an iron arm across the Asiatic dominion of the 
 Sultan, the shoulder of which would be a United German 
 Empire, whilst the fingers would stretch towards the south- 
 em limits of Persian waters on the other." 
 
 This, written years before there was an Empire of Ger- 
 many. This young German had spent six years in Turkey 
 going there in 1835. "His stay in Asia Minor led him to 
 realize the immense importance of Asiatic Turkey .... 
 a continent in itself, forms a natural bridge for the Nations 
 who penetrate" from West to East. Writing in 1841 he 
 suggested, "that the Holy Land should be placed under a 
 sovereign prince of the German Nation." 
 
 This young German, with the eagle eye of clear vision, who 
 saw (as clearly as Chesney in 1831) the importance of Meso- 
 potamia, w^as no less a personage than the celebrated Von 
 Moltke, afterwards Field Marshal of Germany and Con- 
 queror of France. (I quote largely from a most readable 
 book, "The German Road to the East," by Evans Lewin). 
 So William, The Greedy, trained by such a genius, took to 
 heart the words of the young German seer — ^became Pro- 
 tector of Turkey, Master Builder of the Bagdad Railway: 
 the question is, whose hand, English or German, shall reno- 
 vate Mesopotamia — and lay the foundation of the New Baby- 
 lon — ^which Anti-Christ will beautify — make it The Great 
 Commercial City of the World. 
 
 We now hear Christians deploring by pen and tongue the 
 Blindness of the Jews in regard to the Rejection of The 
 Messiah — and yet Christians are more so blind as to the 
 Future of the Jews — Protestant Christians claim an open 
 Bible — yet they remain as a body — even multitudes of the 
 true blood-saved Christians — ignoring the Old Testament 
 prophecies, writing "Fulfilled" on page after page, when if 
 they read such carefully, they could see they have not been 
 fulfilled. 
 
 They read Isaiah, 13th and 14th chapters, and Jeremiah, 
 
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 SOth and 51st chapters, and say, "Literally Fulfilled," which, 
 if such judgments there recorded fulfilled the chapters (let 
 me say it with meekness) are brazenly untrue. We reiterate 
 again, the destruction of ancient Babylon was not sudden; 
 at that time the Jews as a nation did not go back to Pales- 
 tine; that was not the Restoration set forth by Isaiah and 
 Jeremiah; and there never has been a restoration as there 
 recorded. 
 
 Jehovah had not "opened His Armory, and hath (not) 
 brought forth the Weapons of His Indignation; for The 
 Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, hath a work to do in the Land of 
 the Chaldeans." His Wrath of Destruction will be poured 
 out on the Revived Babylon as recorded in Revelation 17th 
 and 18th chapters. 
 
 And it would be well if we were more careful in asking in 
 every incident in The Word — "What Spiritual lesson is there 
 in this for us?" We have spiritualized the Bible in such a 
 manner that it is a laughter to the Infidels and a confusion 
 to Believers. 
 
 We cannot be convinced that either The Church, nor the 
 Bride, occupies as it were so much of the lime-light in Rev- 
 elation. 
 
 The views held that the four and twenty Elders represent 
 the Church in the Heavenlies we think is rather far-fetched. 
 The Old Testament Saints are read out entirely of all in- 
 terest in such conception. Is it not a better interpretation 
 that the Four and Twenty Elders were Representative Be- 
 lievers from Adam to the Death of our Lord Jesus Christ. 
 Adam, Enoch, Abraham, the representative Prophets, Kings, 
 Poets — ^men who all believed in a Coming Redeemer — a Job 
 who prophesied that he would in resurrected body see His 
 Redeemer on this Earth — men of whom we are told by 
 Apostle Peter, 1st Epistle, 1 Ch., 10th verse: "Of which 
 Salvation the Prophets have inquired and searched diligently, 
 who prophesied of the grace that should come unto you; 
 
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 searching what, or what manner of time The Spirit of 
 Christ which was in them did signify, when it testified be- 
 forehand the sufferings of Christ, and the Glory that should 
 follow." When our Blessed Lord had ascended to Heaven, 
 the Eternal One was to give a further Revelation as what 
 would usher in The Glory — He had suffered the Penalty of 
 Sin, He had fulfilled the 58rd of Isaiah to the letter — and, 
 no doubt, the Fathers asked when would he fulfill the 63rd 
 of Isaiah — surely a question that all The Redeemed who had 
 departed from the Earth were vitally interested in — it meant 
 so much for them — some of them, aye, probably all of them 
 had waited over Five Hundred years — some of them two 
 thousand, some three thousand, some four thousand — and to 
 have Jehovah's Great Men absent from His Council when The 
 Man-Redeemer was to receive His Title to .the Kingdoms of 
 Earth and Heavenly places — ^would be Unthinkable! There- 
 fore we are of the opinion that the Four and Twenty Elders 
 were the Great Beacon Lights of Jehovah amid the other- 
 wise profound darkness over all else of Humanity — they, the 
 Representative of Believers before The Death of Christ. 
 
 And at the time the Revelation was given to John, not 
 alone to John, but to the Beings of entire universe — every- 
 one of them being interested in that Revelation — an opening 
 up of The Mind of The Trinity, the Churches were a com- 
 paratively small body, — some two thousand years were to roll 
 away before the "Hereafter" events should occur — ^hence, to 
 put the Church as the Elders is a far-fetched idea — and as 
 John was to make known the Revelation to the Church what 
 necessity for the Church to be at such Council? 
 
 Then when the 7th Chapter relates the sealing of the 
 Tribes of Israel — does it not bring to mind that only one 
 third of the Jewish population in Jerusalem under Anti- 
 Christ will be saved — two thirds shall perish. And when it 
 is brought to mind that in the Jewish manner of counting, 
 only males of age counted — ^women and children not counted, 
 
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 SO that the sealing of 144,000 would, counting men, women 
 and children, run up to half a million of souls; we see no 
 just reason then to read any other number in the number 
 specified. 
 
 In Chapter 9th, we have creations introduced never heard 
 of before, and scholars have straightway hunted all history 
 to give a name and place; the tails said to be, "the horse 
 tails worn by the Turks." Now why not have common sense, 
 because earthly eye has not seen — ^why should it be said — 
 there is none, neither will be such creatures. We know not 
 what creatures are in the orbs of the universe. We are not 
 skeptical of such, and we have neither the common sense, 
 nor reason, to deny the awful, terrible horsemen have ex- 
 istence. We say the same of the Four Living Creatures — 
 we may be foolish — but we would rather believe that such 
 creatures are in existence-^-that Isaiah, Chapter 6th; Ezekiel, 
 Chapter 1st (that the carved Cherubim of Ezekiel, 41st Chap- 
 ter, 18th verse, which will beautify the Inner Temple yet to 
 be built do represent certain living creatures), that Kevela- 
 tion, 4th Chapter, verse 6 — are actual creatures — and no mys- 
 tical body of Believers. 
 
 Why is the record of Revelation 9th, beginning verse 13th, 
 treated as non-literal. Here we are presented with: "Loose 
 the four Angels that are bound at the Great River Eu- 
 phrates!" They were evidently Captains of a mighty host 
 of Demons, for "the number of the armies of the horsemen 
 was twice ten thousand times ten thousand: And I heard the 
 number of them." The Angels who are yet bound must 
 have been very wicked before Jehovah, for myriads of De- 
 mons have not been bound, and will not, until The Coming 
 King arrives. The Epistle of Jude gives the Key: "And 
 Angels that kept not their own principality, but left their 
 proper habitation, He hath kept in everlasting bonds under 
 darkness unto the Judgment of the Great Day." 
 
 We are rapidly approaching the Age of Miracles-— the two 
 
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 Witnesses — ^two men will perform miracles on the Earth — 
 their task to show the world, especially people in Palestine, 
 that Jehovah has not left the World to "its set laws." "The 
 Gospel of the Kingdom of Heaven" will, after a silence of 
 two thousand years, again be proclaimed, and this time to 
 both Jew and Gentile — at first during our Lord's ministry 
 only to the Jews — but after the Jewish Rulers, * * * * 
 
 Rejection — ^the cry has not been heard — The Gospel of 
 Grace is now proclaimed; but as the days of Coming King- 
 dom draw near again that Glorious cry will come: "Repent 
 for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand!" 
 
 In the same manner the number stated in Chapter XIV 
 is treated not as actual but mystical. And why this should 
 not be an actual number is hard to tell. All the Kings of 
 the Earth had, and have, special attendants to go with 
 them wherever they go. Here it is stated that The Lord 
 Jesus stood on Mount Zion and with Him a hundred forty 
 and four thousand having His Father's name written in their 
 foreheads. They were harpers, singing a new song, and no 
 man could learn that song but the hundred and forty-four 
 thousand who were redeemed from Earth — these are they 
 which were not defiled with women, for they were as virgins. 
 These are they which follow The Lamb whithersoever He 
 
 goeth first fruits unto God and to The Lamb, 
 
 and in their mouth was found no guile; for they are with- 
 out fault before the throne of God. Could the wording be 
 more pointed and simple — what great wonder if The King of 
 Glory who is worshiped by Trillions innumerable, in the 
 vast stretches of the Universe, visiting His various Princi- 
 palities should have a Royal Body Guard. If this a mystical 
 number — and the church — it is rather far-fetched to say the 
 Whole Church would ever be moving about with Him — ^nay, 
 the members of the Redeemed are to be Priests and Kings 
 on the earth — and no doubt in other places of His Dominions. 
 
 Of all the silly arguments brought forth by learned men, 
 
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 the most absurd, that of charging the Apostle John of Cow- 
 ardice; that, afraid of the anger of Nero, he did not dare 
 to write Rome, so to hide the identity of the City wrote 
 "Babylon." It is in this City of Babylon under the tutelage 
 of Satan himself that the Antichrist, The Assyrian, The Head 
 of the Revived Roman Empire, The Beast — all names given 
 to one man, who will again establish a Religion, a worship 
 that will allure men — filling every desire of their hearts, a 
 system of Idolatry that in spite of the terrible plagues re- 
 corded in Rev., 9th Chapter, which Jehovah poured out on 
 them, yet: "The rest of the men which were not killed by 
 these plagues, yet repented not of the work of their hands, 
 that they should not worship Devils, and idols of Gold, and 
 Silver and Brass, and stone and of wood which neither can 
 see, nor hear, nor walk." And the words of the Prophet 
 Isaiah very significant which speaks of a return of part of 
 the Jews— "Their land is also full of Idols." 
 
 So that the Woman of Mystery, Babylon, under the Lead- 
 ership of Antichrist will have an established State Religion 
 of Satan's origin — ^which will be gorgeous, fascinating, at- 
 tractive, its ministers arrayed in rich apparel, purple and 
 scarlet color, decked with gold and precious stones and 
 pearls — but even this Religion will give place to a worship 
 of Satan himself. 
 
 Therefore we believe that the 6th verse of 17th Chapter 
 of Revelation mentions two distinct sections of Jehovah's 
 people — this woman representing the iniquity of Babylon was 
 drunk with the Blood of Jewish Saints — ^and will in the near 
 future be drunk with the Blood of the Martyrs of Jesus. 
 The appellation of Saints is given time and time again in 
 Old Testament to Jews. 
 
 It is Jehovah dishonoring to say, that He would not mean 
 what He said — when He sent His Angel to reveal to John 
 the future, He meant what He said — Babylon, and not Rome, 
 was the City mentioned. 
 
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 And what, were the Saintly Jews more noble in sustaining 
 the words of Jehovah than John; to Babylon they carried 
 the Holy Scripture — the writings of Isaiah and Jeremiah — 
 writings that told of the Destruction of Babylon — the Baby- 
 lon rebuilt by Nebuchadnezzar, glorified, the well beloved of 
 his pride — ^thihk you, Daniel was silent and never referred 
 to Jehovah's words — Daniel afraid — Never! And was John 
 the Beloved, The Son of Thunder, poorer in spirit than Dan- 
 iel? This defamation of John is ridiculous — ^he was not 
 afraid of Nero, not more so than the humblest Christian who 
 entered the arena to meet death's certainty by the maw of 
 the wild beasts. 
 
 And of the 18th Chapter of Revelation we boldly say- 
 It is the resurrected Babylon of the Chaldeans that is meant, 
 and not Rome. 
 
 If careful reading of Jeremiah is given it is very clear 
 to see that the return of the Jews recorded in Chapters 50 
 and 51, verses 4, 5 and 6 have not been fulfilled up to the 
 present day. WTien Babylon was taken by the Persians from 
 Belteshazzar there was no destruction of The City. And 
 at that time the words: "Flee out of the midst of Babylon 
 and go forth out of the land of the Chaldeans!" was evi- 
 dently not intended for the then living Jews. A great body 
 of the Jews at the end of the Seventy years did not return, 
 but settled down in that rich country — and Babylon was not 
 destroyed, the destruction did not come suddenly as fore- 
 told by the Prophets, the decay was very gradual — and it 
 was from this Babylon The Apostle Peter sent forth his 
 celebrated Epistle. There was never a time even up to the 
 present when the words recorded in the verse 40 were ful- 
 filled, and as before noted in first preface, the words re- 
 corded in Chapter 51 — averse 26, have never been fulfilled — 
 as the town of Hillah is built almost entirely of bricks taken 
 from Babylon. 
 
 If one claim that the recorded prophecies of Chapters 51 
 
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 and 52 fulfilled by the present state of Babylon, then the 
 exaggeration of words has never been surpassed. False in 
 about every particular. We therefore say boldly, the De- 
 struction of Babylon is yet in the future — and the New 
 Babylon to be ruled by Antichrist, described so minutely in 
 18th Chapter, Revelation, will be destroyed to the letter and 
 every word of Jeremiah and John will be literally fulfilled. 
 
 No doubt at the Restoration of Mesopotamia the natural 
 bom traders, the Jews, will flock there in large numbers — 
 for Babylon will be the Golden City of the world — and then 
 the cry of warning to the Jews recorded in verse 8th of 
 Chapter 51, Jeremiah, and verse 4th in Chapter 18 of Rev- 
 elation, will be listened to — for it is one call recorded in the 
 two verses: "Come out of her, my people, that ye be not 
 partakers of her sins and that ye receive not of her plagues 
 for her sins have reached unto heaven and God hath re- 
 membered her iniquities." For when Babylon is suddenly 
 destroyed it will be a token that soon after our Blessed Je- 
 hovah's feet will again be on Mount Olivet. 
 
 And here may we digress with a few words. The Writer 
 has never fully believed that the Secret Rapture could be 
 proven from The Word, but he has not ever sought in writ- 
 ings to disprove such — feeling it was a subject on which 
 Brethren should not quarrel — for the Greater Hope, that 
 the Redeemer would come in His own good way and own 
 good time. After forty years of consideration he cannot 
 endorse that view — ^but neither would he be willing to rob 
 any brother in Christ of the pleasure of sucB" a constant 
 watching. But there is an element of danger in it — ^that 
 when the time of the Coming — ^the entering in of the period 
 of the last three years and one-half — if a weak brother 
 should not have his hope realized it would be a terror to 
 him, as he would not be ready for Martyrdom which more 
 than likely will be the fate of multitudes of Gentile Believers. 
 
 But to the Writer it seemeth the part of a "slacker," a 
 
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 coward, to wish to escape the glorious Fate — a martyrl 
 Remember, that period will he the last time on earth that any 
 man can he a martyr for the sake of The Lord Jesus Christ! 
 And if one would be so ill informed as to pick out a single 
 text and narrow it to the given information therein contained, 
 taking the 4th verse of the 20th Chapter of Revelation it 
 would seem as if only those who were martyrs during the 
 reign of Antichrist would reign with Christ for the thousand 
 years — ^which is not a fair deduction. 
 
 Then if only those who are ready shall meet him, and if 
 the readiness consists in looking for His coming — a vast 
 body of Believers would be left behind — another deduction 
 not borne out by Resurrection verses. 
 
 Then we would be forced to believe in many periods of 
 Resurrections, and we only read of two in The Word. And 
 so the mind has its pros and cons — not convinced as to de- 
 tails, but heart ever ready to say, "Come, Lord Jesus, come 
 quickly!" 
 
 And another point — ^to us most strange that anyone could 
 spiritualize The City described in Revelation — 21st Chapter, 
 verses 9 to the end. The City that The Lord Jesus within a 
 few hours of his suffering in Gethsemane (the place where 
 He first took on Himself the Burden of the Sin of The World 
 of the entire Universe), He made that exceeding Glorious, 
 Precious Promise: "For I go to prepare a place for you. 
 And if I go and prepare a place for you I come again, and 
 will receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye 
 may be also!" Therefore they greatly would lead the Fol- 
 lowers of Christ astray who would dare to say that The 
 City written of by John — ^is not an actual City — a City of 
 Gold and Precious Stones. We really have no patience with 
 minds so spiritual that would darken the Word of God to 
 make such a City — a sign, a vision of Church perfection! 
 If we are to be raised in a glorious body then we must look 
 for a material City to dwell in, where The Lamb is the light 
 
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 thereof. The mirid that will spiritualize the gates of pearls; 
 the walls of Jasper; the foundations — the first, Jasper; the 
 second, sapphire; the third. Chalcedony; the fourth, emerald; 
 the fifth, sardonyx; the sixth, sardius; the seventh, chryso- 
 lite; the eighth, beryl; the ninth, topaz; the tenth, chryso- 
 prase; the eleventh, jacinth; the twelfth, amethyst; is so 
 spiritual as to be — ^well, foolishly given to make matter a 
 non-existing, hazy, mazy affair, neither good for man nor 
 angel. i 
 
 We are of the opinion, that now, as we are nearing the 
 end of the Gentile Days (and surely this present war shows 
 conclusively that Gentiles cannot govern themselves — ^the 
 European Nations are fast showing their rule is not a Eight- 
 eous One, and some of the Rulers worse than Wild Beasts,) 
 that we shall have Teachers raised up, who will by The 
 Holy Spirit's enlightenment make clear to the Followers of 
 Christ the mysteries in the Books of Eevelation and Daniel. 
 For when Daniel said: "0 my Lord, what shall be the issue 
 of these things?" The answer was: "Go thy way, Daniel; 
 for the words are shut up and sealed till the time of the 
 end!" S 
 
 Therefore we are not far off until the end of Gentile Rule — 
 and as converted Jews seem to have a special blessedness in 
 opening up the Scriptures — and all of the Old and New Tes- 
 taments written by Jews, inspired by Jehovah — ^what more 
 likely than that the 5th verse of the 4th Chapter of Malachi — 
 Christ's Messenger, Elijah the Prophet, will be the Mes- 
 senger to make plain — The Writings. 
 
 We hear strange voices crying in this World-Night of 
 Destruction and Death that surely portend of strange things 
 about to come upon the Earth — sounds of such whisperings 
 like evil winds, worse than that of the hot blasts of the Si- 
 moon. 
 
 Amid the voices we have so-called ministers of Christ who 
 tell us that when the men now in the Camps and Trenches 
 
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 return home that the Churches must recast their creeds to 
 suit the views of the Home Comers: that the Church (?) 
 will fail in her mission if the Old Evangelical Theology is 
 not emasculated of all the Doctrines held by the Church now 
 near 1900 years — and by these those renegades mean — ^The 
 Inspiration of The Scriptures; The Deity of Christ; the Re- 
 demption from Sin by the Blood shed on the Cross; Salvation 
 by Faith in a crucified and Risen Christ. In place of these 
 Jehovah given doctrines we must have, The Fatherhood of 
 God of all Humanity; The Brotherhood of Jesus; Justification 
 by personal works and merits; No Retribution after this life 
 for the sinner — all the offspring of God, and that God an 
 indulgent Father; that there is no transgression of Sin — 
 men commit no sin, simply faults — ^in fact, a restoration of 
 the Early Days, "when every man did what was right in 
 his own eyes" — so that he wrought for civic righteousness. 
 As it has ever been — ^so as the priest so are the people. The 
 Ministers speaking soft things and strange doctrines, for 
 the man in the street "has itching ears." 
 
 Then we have in Camp and Trench the Young Men's Chris- 
 tian Association — doing humanly a gracious work — ^but 
 largely a purveyor to the flesh. We heartily endorse their 
 work in giving the young men on battle front, home comforts, 
 home atmosphere, home amusements, words of cheer and 
 fellowship — but their speakers largely of men who pass by 
 The Gospel of the Grace of the Lord Jesus Christ — ^we hear 
 too much of The Gospel of Sacrifices: "You have laid on 
 the altar of your country — your youth, your yoimg manhood, 
 your earthly ambition, and are willing to sacrifice even life 
 for Democracy — therefore, your offerings acceptable to God; 
 you therefore needing no mediator; can fearlessly face 
 Death and a Happy Hereafter!" So the Young Men's Chris- 
 tian Association have Speakers, Clergymen and Laymen at 
 the front, who are eloquent, devoted, engaging in speech 
 and manners, Good Fellows — ^but when cursed by the virus 
 
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 of Higher Critics' views and aims, put in the hearts a lie — 
 and give those brave young men "a refuge of lies" — making 
 their Eternal Salvation rest on the grounds, that they, like 
 Jesus, give their lives for Humanity! 
 
 We have voices in the night: of a better World after the 
 war: of a New Discovery of God! 
 
 Alas! we fear that when the young men return to their 
 homes — and see around, The Ruin, the Devastation of vil- 
 lages, towns and cities — and farms; the Millions of Cripples; 
 the aged broken and bereft; the widows, the orphans — and 
 the tasks before them to rebuild, to be doomed for years 
 with tears of bitterness, "to scrape and pare" to pay Taxes 
 for interest on War Bonds which they, for years, must stag- 
 ger under — then will they not look up to what to them is a 
 silent heaven, without having a Living Faith in a Crucified 
 and Risen Saviour — ^will they not cry out: 
 
 "If there is a God, a God of Love, of Mercy, an Almighty, 
 Peace-Loving God, why did He not prevent this War, this 
 wrecking of prosperity, of home, of family, this fearful 
 waste of life not only of the Aged, but the deflowering of 
 maidens, the ravishing of Wives — ^murdering of Babes, aye, 
 the Destruction of the very flower of manhood — youths shot 
 to fragments — all trampled in mud, and blood, and mire! 
 What, a God of Love to allow all this! Nay! If there is 
 such a God — heedless of human suffering — ^we will not bow 
 down and worship such a God — away with such from heart, 
 and mind — and as to this pale Christ — we will not have such 
 a man to Reign over us!" 
 
 We hear of a great Revival of Catholicism — ^nay, not a 
 lasting Revival — for even that, and Protestantism, must give 
 place to the Religion of Humanity. 
 
 We hear cries in the night — Fearful, Awful, Voracious — 
 Socialism — ending in Anarchy, with a religion of blatant, 
 blasphemous Atheism! Read the following, clipped from a 
 popular newspaper, and then ask: What can stem the tide of 
 
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 blasphemy which is sweeping over Germany? For in the 
 Morgenpost, from the noted free thinker Schlunsen, who 
 writes: 
 
 "Of what use is a debate on the existence of the Deity? 
 The invisible can assume no earthly obligation, can bear 
 no mortal burdens. One might as reasonably say that the 
 ether bore a message; that there was divine ordination in 
 the soughing of the night wind over the battle field; that God 
 was a mere road to some desired end; that peace could be 
 found only at the termination of that road. There is only 
 one God — ^fear. There is another God — annihilation. Expe- 
 diency is the intercessor and completes the Trinity. Ger- 
 many's one hope lies in that Trinity. 
 
 All hope in invisible intercession must be put away. Fear 
 of the doom that awaits them must be inspired in the breast 
 of all who oppose Germany. In that lies her salvation. She 
 must trust in no other. The struggle for unity would be its 
 own coijipensation. When that is accomplished, Germany can 
 dispense her favors and can defy her enemies — and the in- 
 visible God." 
 
 But the Believers in The Blood Redemption from Sin, be- 
 stowed a free gift to all wEb will accept, an imconditional 
 Gift, hearing such Demon Inspired Voices of The Night can 
 lift up their eyes, for the signs are such as prophesied two 
 thousand years ago are being fulfilled — that The Coming 
 of Jehovah Jesus is now even at the door. 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 The Blood Bought and Blood Washed Believers in Ottr 
 Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ can rest assured that all the 
 Prophecies in the Old and New Testaments not yet fulfilled, 
 shall yet be fulfilled in the most literal manner, to the most 
 minute detail as recorded. When a prophecy has been ful- 
 filled we can rest assured that the occurrence as predicted 
 in the Word has come to pass in a manner that leaves no 
 room for dispute. 
 
 At the first cpming of Our Lord to this Earth — (The Mer- 
 chantman seeking Pearls of great price who when he found 
 one did give up "his all" to purchase that PearJ) His every 
 step, as it were, from Cradle to Resurrection was fulfilling 
 prophecies that had been blazoned on Jewish Sacred pagea 
 many a century before. His birthplace — His Boyhood and 
 early manhood's home — His miracles — His rejection — His 
 scourging — dividing His raiments — the casting lots for His 
 vesture — His infamous death — His burial — all prophecied 
 about — and all fulfilled to the letter. Now, if hundreds of 
 prophecies have been literally fulfilled to the jot and tittle, 
 why should we doubt the literal fulfillment of other predic- 
 tions spoken of and recorded by the very same Prophets of 
 God? 
 
 It is sad to think that some of the best and noblest Chris- 
 tians in their endeavor to prove the destruction of Babylon as 
 recorded in the Old Testament, in their pious anxiety to jus- 
 tify the words of God to men — in their attempt to steady the 
 tottering Ark of Jehovah — have in a manner given new life 
 to some of the oldest heresies of the early Church. With 
 their "looseness" of interpretation they have given the Infidel 
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 "this Book of Old Jewish Myths''; aye, and in their pious 
 ignorance of the actual condition of Babylon, and the Chaldean 
 plains, they have put on record a so-called fulfillment utterly 
 false in the face of present facts. And also from their pious 
 spiritualizing — this foolish helping out of God from His dif- 
 ficulties — they have given hirth to a school of most pernicious 
 and God dishonoring interpretations of The Blessed Word — 
 Such Spiritualizing forces Honest Common Sense (without 
 the enlightenment of the new birth) to become a despiser of 
 a Book that may mean this, or that, or anything a fervid 
 imagination may conceive. 
 
 When we read of certain predictions recorded against a 
 certain City — and details therein set forth that were to hap- 
 pen, why should we take certain phases and say "literally 
 fulfilled" — and gloss over and ignore other details which we 
 can readily prove were not fulfilled? The Words of God are 
 to be taken in the most literal sense unless it can be clearly 
 seen the words are uttered as a parable or symbol. The Words 
 of God were spoken for the enlightenment of The Spiritual 
 man — the one born to God in second birth — and tho' some 
 utterance now seem dark and mysterious we can rest assured 
 that some day we will see them fulfilled as predicted. 
 
 When therefore God says of Babylon, the proud City of the 
 Chaldean plain — the spot where first organized opposition 
 against God took place after the flood — that: 
 
 1. "And Babylon, the Glory of the Kingdoms, the leauty of 
 the Chaldees' excellency, shall he as when God overthrew 
 Sodom and Oomorrah.'* 
 
 2. "It shall never he inhabited" 
 
 3. "Neither shall it he dwelt in from generation to generation." 
 
 4. "Neither shall the Arahian pitch tent there." 
 
 5. "Neither shall the shepherds make their folds there.^* 
 
 6. "It shall he no more inhahited forever." 
 
 7. "No man shall ahide there." 
 
 8. "Neither shall any son of man dwell therein." 
 
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 9. "Bahylon is suddenly fallen and destroyed." 
 
 10. "To make the land of Babylon a desolation without an in- 
 hahitant."" 
 
 11. ''And they shall not take of thee a stone for a corner nor 
 a stone for foundations but thou shall be desolate forever, 
 saith the Lord." 
 
 12. "Her cities are Desolation, a dry land, and a wilderness, 
 a land wherein no man dwelleth, neither does any son of man 
 pass thereby." 
 
 After reading the above verses from the Word let us read 
 the unimpeachable testimony of Professor D. V. Hilprecht, in 
 a publication dated October 6th, 1900: "Before Professor 
 Hilprecht left Babylonia, he accepted a cordial invitation from 
 the German Expedition working at Kuwairesh, a small Arah 
 village on the Euphrates, beautifully situated between the 
 palm groves at the foot of the ruins which cover Nebuchad- 
 nezzar's palace in ancient Babylon." This is a flat contradic- 
 tion of the above verses marked 1 to 8 inclusive. Again Pro- 
 fessor Hilprecht: "The expectations that interesting treas- 
 ures of art would be discovered in the interior of the palace 
 have not been realized, the history of Babylon's Gradual 
 Decay being unfavorable to such expectations." Flatly con- 
 tradicting verses No. 9 and No. 10 — as the decay was gradual, 
 not suddenly. Again Professor Hilprecht: ''According to my 
 conviction, based upon a study of the inscriptions and re- 
 peated visits to the different groups representing what is left 
 of Nebuchadnezzar's splendid residence, the famous sanctuary 
 of Babylon must be sought in the most northern ruin of the 
 whole complex called today Babil, which for many centuries 
 has served as the almost inexhaustible quarry for public and 
 private buildings from the embankments of the Tigris opposite 
 Bagdad to the modern structures of the Hindiya canal and in 
 the town of Hilla." A flat contradiction of verses No. 11 and 
 No. 12. 
 
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 of such writers as Captain Frank Burnaby, in his ride through 
 Asiatic Turkey, and John Punnett Peters (and other well 
 known men) in that interesting hook "Nippur." .Such reliable 
 testimony flatly contradicts the utter desolation of Babylon 
 of the land of Chaldea as recorded in God's Holy Word. What, 
 then, as God must be true — are we forced to the conclusion, 
 such men are liars? — Is it not the better part of faith and 
 common sense to come to the one inevitable conclusion, no 
 matter if whole Libraries of writings by Schoolmen made 
 rubbish by such confession — that God's Word cannot be false 
 and that Babylon of the Chaldees is yet to be destroyed as 
 God has spoken by the mouth of His Holy Prophets? For 
 no believer in the Lord Jesus Christ can hold with the utterly 
 Blasphemous ideas now prevalent in the Broad Church, both 
 in England and America — and alas, in many, very many, of 
 the so-called Orthodox pulpits — that such predictions were 
 highly colored poetical fancies — the glowing hyperbolical bril- 
 liancy of the Oriental mind. 
 
 We can without a hesitancy of a doubt say — If such has 
 not been fulfilled it will most assuredly as God liveth be ful- 
 filled in the coming future. God's Word has never failed. 
 God's Word has never been broken. Then as a certain definite 
 doom has been recorded by (xOd against Babylon, and as we 
 can readily prove by a hundred creditable witnesses that 
 such predictions have not been fulfilled in the fi'rst destruction 
 of Babylon, we can say with unfaltering trust: Babylon of 
 the Chaldees shall rise from her ruins, shall deck herself 
 in a glory of Gold and Splendor of which we have as yet 
 little conception, shall be the Commercial Mart of the then 
 newly risen Roman Empire — if not the world — that one may 
 yet stand on roof of one of her palaces, read the 18th chapter 
 of Revelations, Spread abroad his hands, and exclaim: Every 
 word uttered two thousand years ago stands fulfilled to the 
 jot and tittle. 
 
 It has ever been the darling wish of Lucifer to be woi> 
 
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 shiped as God — We know one-third of the heavenly host fol- 
 lowed his standard of Rebellion, and we know that over 
 one-half of the Inhabitants of the Earth are worshiping him 
 by the various forms of idolatry. But his most daring wish 
 is to be worshiped by the most intelligent and enlightened 
 nations of the v/orld. And as the "most scholarly" Profess- 
 ors in our various Christian Colleges and Universities are 
 now busily casting discredit on the words of even Jehovah 
 Christ himself — notably in the matter of Jonah, the Prophet, 
 for if that record is false — so is Christ's resurrection from 
 the dead. We may safely say that the product of such teach- 
 ing turned loose on the common people will show in the next 
 generation a goodly crop of Word Despisers — and so prepar- 
 ing the General Public to be ready victims when God will 
 withdraw His outraged Grace, and permit the strong delusion 
 to settle on man's mind, so that they will believe '*The LieT 
 Lucifer has very ambitious designs, and it seems The Chaldean 
 Plains have ever been in his mind as the stage on which his 
 infernal Drama should be revealed. He was once foiled at 
 Babel in this intent — but there is coming a day, known only 
 to God, when Satan's designs shall blossom to a head. Babylon 
 will be the culminating point of Satanic Wickedness on Earth. 
 And tho' Professors sneer, and Wise men laugh, at the idea — 
 "An impossibility in this enlightened age" — yet on the plains 
 of Shinar the most enlightened Nations of Europe (in the 
 bounds of the old Roman Empire) will by their Representa- 
 tives Worship Lucifer as God. 
 
 No matter if most of the Preachers and Teachers in Chris- 
 tion- Churches today ignore and laugh to scorn the idea of 
 that terrible Being — Antichrist — he yet shall surely come. 
 His City — the Royal City of his pride — shall be Babylon. 
 
 The near future is big with mighty wonders — and all set 
 forth in clear cut detail in God's Blessed Word, but ignored, 
 glossed over, and disbelieved in by most of the pulpits of 
 the World. 
 
 IX 
 
THE OITY OF THE ANTI-CHKIST. 
 
 The City of Jerusalem shall arise from her slumbers — 
 again shall a Temple of splendor flash to the eyes of Jews 
 and Gentiles — again shall the morning and evening sacri- 
 fices send their thin smoke heavenward — again the Sopher 
 call be heard in Zion. 
 
 On some set day, known only to God, the Leaders of the 
 Jews shall enter into a covenant with the Prince of Babylon — 
 he to be their Protector and Guardian for seven years. Three 
 years and one-half afterwards he forbids the daily sacrifices. 
 He proclaims himself the Man God — he acknowledges the 
 fallen Prince Lucifer as his God — his prophet proclaims The 
 Man God shall have universal recognition as God! — The Trin- 
 ity of Hell shall usurp the place of the Trinity of Heaven 
 towards Humanity. 
 
 Three years and one-half — forty and two months — 1,260 
 days — shall be the revelry of Hell — then The Lord Christ 
 stretches forth His hand and the first to feel the coming of 
 The Wrath of the Lamb — Babylon, The City of Anti-Christ. 
 Her plagues are plainly foretold: 
 
 "The Gathering of Barbarians of Asia — lured by her spoil." 
 
 "The Noisome Sore." 
 
 "The Drying up of the Euphrates." 
 
 "The turning of the Waters to Blood." 
 
 "The Horrible Darkness." 
 
 "The Terrible Heat." 
 
 "The Sacking of the City." 
 
 "The Slaughter of the Inhabitants." 
 
 Then the finger of Jehovah Christ writing Destrifttion on 
 palaces and towers, the flame — the Earthquakes — the City 
 and Plain swept by the Besom of Destruction from Jehovah 
 OF Hosts! Then one may stand far off and read the perdic- 
 tion recorded by God both in the Old and New Testaments, 
 and say without fear of a Shadow of Doubt: 
 
 Surely as He hath spoken hath Babylon been broken. 
 
 It is most pleasing to note of the increasing number of the 
 pulpits in Great Britain — more especially in the Established 
 
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 Church of England — who give forth "no uncertain sound" as 
 to the Glorious Coming of the King, who shall reign in 
 Righteousness, personally, and by His Risen Saints over a 
 Sanctified and Redeemed Earth from which will be lifted 
 forever the blighting Curse of Sin. 
 
 And the pity of it all that the Great Protestant Reformers, 
 the Giants of the Imperial Christ, should have by their care- 
 less reading of the Prophetic Scriptures given a chance to 
 the men of later times to build a whole System of Prophecy 
 on their words — that men of the present days can readily see 
 had no foundation in fact. The Reformers made the fatal 
 mistake of calling Rome — Babylon; and making the Pope 
 Anti-Christ — but the Bible to such gives no countenance. But 
 that those days were perilous no doubt the Reformers would 
 have handled The Prophetic Word, with the same literalness 
 that they held the Doctrine of Justification by Faith in a Cru- 
 cified and Risen Lord. However, they, following the ancient 
 fathers, made that allegation which some of the present day 
 Protestants still reiterate — ^tho their proofs are not convinc- 
 ing. In fact, the Doctrine of The Immaculate Conception bars 
 the way of the Pope being the Anti-Christ — and as long as 
 the Church of Rome holds this doctrine as all precious to her 
 heart — she cannot be the City of Babylon. The Apostle John 
 inspired by God the Holy Ghost, wrote: "Every spirit that 
 confesseth not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is not of 
 God; and that is that spirit of Anti-Christ." 
 
 The most deadly doctrine of Rome — the worship of Mary 
 and that for giving birth to the Lord Jesus Christ — therefore 
 undeniable proof that the Pope is not Anti-Christ. Again the 
 Apostle John, inspired by God the Holy Ghost, wrote: 
 
 "If any man worship the heast and his image, and receive 
 his mark in his forehead, the same shall drink of the wine of 
 the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into 
 the cup of His indignation; and he shall be tormented with 
 
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 fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in 
 the presence of the Lamb, and the smoke of their torment 
 ascendeth up forever and ever, and they have no rest day nor 
 night, who worship the beast and his image and whosoever 
 receiveth the mark of his name." 
 
 Now we are not so foolish as to think for one instant that 
 all the followers of the Roman Church are lost — nay, if we 
 must write it — we believe the name of Christ is Talismanic — 
 and its utterance on dying lips have a power we wot not of 
 — and never can until He comes — or until we cross the River 
 where we shall in the Abode of Spirits awaiting the Resurrec- 
 tion day, meet, and greet as Brethren, millions from the 
 Church of Rome. 
 
 The mistake then was making A System — The Anti-Christ 
 — when the Bible clearly states He will be a Person. 
 
 The other mistake — calling Rome, Babylon! for which in 
 the entire range of God's Blessed Word we have not a single 
 verse or word to give us authority for so saying. 
 
 Seeing then that the Reformers were careless in this par- 
 ticular — that the Divines have preached and written wondrous 
 tomes to prove a false position for the past three hundred 
 years, it is hardly a wonder that the mass of Preachers seeing 
 the absurdity of such Words — are inclined to gloss over the 
 Character of That Wicked Person, yet to come, whose portrait- 
 ure is so clearly defined by God the Holy Ghost in His writ- 
 ten Word. The Religious Press and Christian Pulpits are 
 largely silent on such a Character. The Glamour of Glory 
 and Splendor of Commercial Exploits have dazzled Christian 
 eyes — until they dream such bringeth the Glory of God. 
 
 The unique position of the Jew is entirely forgotten. We 
 are full of pride, we Gentiles — the lust of conquest in our 
 Anglo-Saxon blood — and shall we listen to the Word which 
 declares in no uncertain words — that in spite of our hate — 
 the Jews are yet to be the Princes of this Earth. 
 The mass of American Christians therefore blinded by — 
 
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 mark well the words — the Wilful Blindness of College Profess- 
 ors (and consequently of the Preachers) — for they profess 
 to study, to examine, to comprehend, to teach young men to 
 be expounders of God's Word to the common people, and yet, 
 alas, the Day of Anti-Christian Darkness cometh, but they 
 will not heed — nor do they care to understand. 
 
 For we cannot but be persuaded of the Reasonableness of 
 the Mercy and Grace of God in The Lord Jesus Christ — The 
 King of the Ages, and we know that the earth shall not always 
 be a Kingdom of Wickedness — a Rebel Province, a Blight 
 within the Beautiful Universe of God — We know that, 
 "The King shall come to his own again." 
 
 And as we look across the world — seeing the effects of sin — 
 beholding its misery, its pain, its anguish, its sorrow; hear 
 its crying and lamentations and bitter woe — knowing that 
 there is an infernal virus in the World poisoning Life at the 
 fountain head; that men are utterly impotent to conquer sin 
 — still Hope Singeth to Faith Glad Songs of Deliverance in 
 this night time, our hearts are full of Gladness — ^tho' 
 
 The Earth Is full of bitter things; 
 And Doubt has many questionings — 
 Problems I cannot comprehend, 
 Perchance, will not until the End ; 
 But well I know that I can wait 
 With simple trust outside His gate. 
 And when He comes I know full well 
 All wrong will be impossible. 
 Now, in the Infancy of man, 
 None grasps all the Eternal Plan, 
 We walk by faith, and not by sight. 
 But when as men we see His light. 
 Our heart and lips all glad to tell : 
 Behold, He hath done all things well ! 
 
 We know that the curse is to be lifted from Humanity — 
 from the Earth — We know over a happy Earth a King shall 
 reign in Righteousness, and Princes shall rule in judgment 
 (The Risen Saints). What tho' the Wise Men of the present 
 
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 time regard it as a vain oriental vision indeed, and the' — 
 
 Men laugh to scorn — but mine eyes shall see it — 
 Gloat o'er its beauty — feel the Wind of Praise 
 Sweep round the world like an adjuration 
 Through Centuries of blessed peaceful days. 
 Not by men's petty scheming, nor their dreaming. 
 Their nostrums, nor their workings shall it be — 
 But solely as the Work of The Redeemer — 
 Standing beside The Risen Saints, shall see. 
 For there shall come a day of bitter wailing — 
 And Christian men their helplessness confess — 
 And Christian pride shall cry in its confusion — 
 
 In Chbist alone the world must find redress ! 
 
 • 
 Then shall The Kixg go forth in all His splendor — 
 To matchless Victory — Christ — and He alone 
 Who can smite evil to a fell confounding — 
 With Right to rule a Priest upon His Throne. 
 Then evermore be rent the Devil's fable 
 That men were sent to conquer in Christ's place — 
 And by the Gospel bring all tribes and nations 
 Into a state of Holiness and Grace. 
 The Devil's lie — that made men proud and Boastful, 
 Aye, men believed the fable as God's own, 
 But they at last their impotence confessing 
 See HiM alone — The Victor on His Throne. 
 O Blessed morn that breaks upon a world 
 Pure as the Lily — fairer than the Rose — 
 Without a single jar, nor lamentation 
 To mar the music of God's Great Repose. 
 The mountain droppeth fatness — and the vale 
 Laughs with the happy toilings of free men — 
 The World has not one spot of desolation — 
 And not a whisper nor a sense of sin. 
 Humanity enjoys its modes from Labor — 
 Want is unknown, and sorrow hath no voice, 
 The Widow, and the Orphan, and the Stranger, 
 No time for weeping — for all hearts rejoice. 
 Jehovah — Jesus, Sitteth King Forever — 
 And every Nation brings its special Song — 
 The Nations that before had slain each other 
 Clasp hands as Brothers in that Praising throng. 
 
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PRELUDE. 
 
 THE CRY OF THE WEST TO THE EAST. 
 
 This the grim cry that surely yet shall he: 
 "O East! We of the West, have come to thee — 
 Throw wide the purple curtains of thy tent 
 From burning questions give us dull content; 
 Kill us the fatted calf our fathers spurned — 
 Their wiser children have at last returned; 
 Take all our vaunted Glory and grim Powers 
 And for a little let thy scented couch be ours. 
 Oh, give us of thy music and its charms! 
 Oh, put around our necks thy luscious arms! 
 And make our eyes lascivious with thy kiss — 
 Oh, let us dream of perfect Happiness — 
 Our heads upon thy bosom — there to rest 
 To feel delicious movings of thy breast, 
 Draw round our eyes the midnight of thy hair 
 So in its meshes to shut out despair; 
 And only raise our heads to give us wine 
 Long kept for many years, a draught divine 
 Maddening the cooling passions of our veins — 
 Fling to unbridled Passion unchecked reins — 
 And teach us secrets that our fathers held 
 Abominations in the years of eld! 
 Give us Your Gods and teach our knees to bend 
 To The Great Mother! — to the human's friend — 
 Who asks no prayers, nor vigils, not inspired 
 By Pleasure's throbbings! Long have we desired 
 A Mother God! who by her gladsome rite 
 Only makes prayer a revel of Delight — 
 The Dance an Ecstacy — the song of glee — 
 The rustling wings of sweetest minstrelsy! 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 We have forsaken all our ancient Gods! 
 Long hath the West felt the keen lash of rods 
 Making life bitter! — Ah! so drear our days 
 With nasal twanging of a dismal praise 
 Which now fills soul with loathing of The Thing; 
 
 Lo, now the pallid Christ a dethroned King! 
 
 No longer with torn feet we follow from afar 
 
 The misty Light of Bethlehemitish Star! 
 
 Lo, see we trample 'neath our miry feet 
 
 The Christ — men tryed to think was very sweet — 
 
 His emblems be accursed! 
 
 Ah! we have fought 
 Long bitter years against the growing thought 
 That Science whispered in our heart and brain. 
 Making the long years frantic in our pain 
 Of holding to His teachings — we would fain 
 Hope against Hope that it was not in vain! 
 We piled upon His altars all held dear — 
 Stood in wildest darkness — shivering fear 
 A costly garment, purchased at such cost 
 Of Blood and Treasure — now Faith is Lost 
 And evermore a mockery of Hope! 
 To cut this Great Hope — was as cutting rope 
 To which we swung suspended in the air — 
 Above true footing — and below — Despair! 
 But now with Science we have held our tryst — 
 See now. Behold, we trample on The Christ! 
 And set on fire the stately Houses built 
 For many Centuries with Blood and Guilt! 
 Think you it cost us nothing thus to rend 
 Our thought all from Him — He we deemed our Friend 
 In Life — in Death — and who would surely light 
 Our footsteps from the Everlasting night? 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 But Science whispered — and her voice we heed — 
 We stand Apostates! Glory in the deed! 
 And are prepared to follow thee to shrine 
 Our fathers in far ages deemed Divine — 
 And were such fools to throw behind their back- 
 Then facing Westward on that awful track 
 With every footprint marked by blood and bone — 
 Sacrifices — Lamentations — and deep moan — 
 Building their cities where the North winds blew, 
 And icicles were formed when fell the dew 
 On their pale flowers — the jagged, barren plains 
 Which yielded little harvest for their pains; 
 They hissed at all your Gods and went their way 
 Amid the forest fastnesses to pray — 
 At last gave honor to an Outcast Jew! 
 He, whose own brothers — all despising — slew, 
 Giving his flesh unto the carrion birds! 
 Our fathers sang they loved Him in great words, 
 They sang His praises, and they bent the knee 
 In childish Hope and wild expectancy — 
 They laid upon His altars everywhere 
 Their pleasures, and their riches, till the air 
 Was murky with sweet incense — and their tears 
 Would make an ocean in the many years 
 They crucified their pleasures at His feet! 
 Bringing all human happiness held sweet — 
 The laugh of childhood — and wild throb of youth 
 When to the budding bosom came the truth 
 Of Nature's keenest madness of Delight — 
 But such, our fathers crushed and from their sight 
 They put the taber, lute, and luscious sound — 
 Which make the living pulses leap and bound 
 In manhood's brain — they made their women go 
 In sackcloth clad — with looks of pious woe — 
 Whenever more the bubble of the heart 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 Would with wild longing tear the weeds apart 
 And catch a partner in a wanton grace, 
 And with wild laughter on seductive face. 
 Dance to the nod of roses in their glee — 
 Where singing birds made a glad melody! 
 
 But our stern fathers frowned on laughing face, 
 Banished for ages winsomeness and grace. 
 Toiling and working with Titanic Power, 
 From Cradle to the Grave was every hour 
 Full of fresh Labor — and as heart must seek 
 For some strange worship if not women's cheek, 
 Our fathers held the Gold Piece to our eyes 
 Till it grew luminous — and filled our skies 
 With its metal ic splendor — until men 
 Grew devilish and cunning such to win! 
 So Youth, and Manhood, and Old Age went mad 
 To grasp possessions — greediest those who had 
 A store above the common — until Christ at last 
 Grew dim and dimmer (with his suffering past) 
 Outdistanced by this Gold God — and was past 
 With sullen sneering — by the men who cast 
 Their spital on the Christ — They once deemed sweet- 
 Now in the rushing thunder of their feet 
 Were swiftest in their madness to get Gold. 
 
 So when the Priests saw Manhood growing cold 
 To churchly duties, they gave bitter cry. 
 Throwing their arms in antics wild on high. 
 And sought to win our women by their prayer; 
 But as our women knew they were most fair 
 With silk, and lace, and flashing of bright stones. 
 They hesitated — awed a minute by the moans 
 Of a crushed Priest — but, ah, the costly lace 
 Would give such sunshine to a blushing face — 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 They listened to the wild throb in the breast. 
 
 They thought that nature surely knew the best — 
 
 And they, like us — the men of iron will — 
 
 No longer would keep vigil where the still 
 
 And silent Christ would never give a sign 
 
 He heard our prayers, nor show He was Divine! 
 
 He never once gave answer to our tears — 
 
 He kept His mouth shut near two thousand years 
 
 And would not give a word to all our moans — 
 
 Surely the Syrian rocks had his Bones 
 
 And gave not back their keeping on the day 
 
 The Priests said — "Angels rolled the stone away!" 
 
 We fain would have believed Him — and we cried 
 
 To Priest and Heaven — but evermore denied 
 
 Of any answer — silent Earth and Sky 
 
 Of any Christ to answer to our cry! 
 
 Then came our madness — nay! but our relief — • 
 
 We tore us from our hearts The Christ belief — 
 
 The Christ who made the future horrible 
 
 With everlasting burnings in His hell! 
 
 We dared Him and His Angels to bring forth 
 
 His crushing thunders — aye, we made wild sport 
 
 Of His grand churches — setting them ablaze! 
 
 But will that compensate for all the days 
 We have neglected pleasure — can we bring 
 Again the Youth forever taken wing? 
 The Grave is near us — and Oblivion soon 
 Will chill the blood and hush the merry tune — 
 O Let us then a moment e'er we glide 
 Pale Ghostly shadows on destruction's tide 
 Feel of the pleasures — you so long have felt, 
 And at your feet we pour down all our wealth! 
 Lo! now BO Hungry with our dreary fast — 
 
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TBffi CITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 We the Dead Christ to bats and owls have cast- 
 We come from Christian misery and tears 
 Weary and very hungry from wan years 
 Standing in darkness of The Christian's Night! 
 Lo! we have come to thee for pleasant Light 
 For feasting and for music — stretch thy hand 
 And lead us — footsore travelers — to the land 
 Where Earthly Pleasures blossom to their prime- 
 And in thy arms forget Christ's bondage time. 
 
THE LADY OF NATIONS. 
 
 Lo! the Reeds in the River cry 
 For the glories that have passed by. 
 When a City in Golden pride 
 Flashed its lights on Euphrates* tide. 
 Lo! the Reeds in the River cry 
 "Where wild Ruins to Ruins sigh — 
 But they yet shall lift up their head 
 And all men be astonished! 
 Tho' the Reeds in the River cry 
 For the glories that have gone by — 
 Ah, the Future Glory shall be 
 Like a wonderful Vision to see! 
 Ah! the Reeds in the River cry 
 For their Reaper's hand is anigh — 
 Lo! The Comer shall build again 
 What the praise of all men shall win. 
 
 Lo! the Reeds in the River sigh — 
 And the past like a ghost comes nigh- 
 Like the fretful shades of a dream — 
 Vanished Glories all grandly gleam. 
 Lo, it flashes on God-lit face 
 Of the early dawn of our Race, 
 When here by Euphrates' swift tide 
 Built Nimrod the Tower of his Pride. 
 Then were men of the Giant mould — 
 All God-like were they to behold — 
 Such cunning of hand and of brain — 
 The earth has not seen such again! 
 Grand both their conception and skill, 
 
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THE OITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 So daring in wish and in will. 
 Impiously daring in Pride — 
 Cast all thought of High Heaven aside! 
 One may in their lineaments trace 
 A vanishing glory and grace — 
 Once glory and pride in our race — 
 When God spoke to man face to face! 
 
 Lo, a dream came to Nimrod's brain. 
 The lust and the wishing to reign — 
 Impiously daring to sin, 
 Not man — but as God would he win! 
 Ah, surely The Tempter had smiled 
 At the daring wish of his child. 
 And men in his thrall were once more 
 When they bowed on knee to adore! 
 Nimrod loving the lust of his heart 
 Had caused by the subtle of art 
 His face on all standards to blaze, 
 That men may behold it and praise. 
 And to fetter the heart and enthrall 
 Made his wife — the Mother of All — 
 Be worshiped with many a rite. 
 That blushingly dark made the night! 
 So trampling the thought of all shame 
 Set passions of men all aflame 
 With lewd desire — like a beast. 
 Unrestrained to wallow and feast! 
 And scorning the folds of a tent 
 Great Babel arose in its strength. 
 Foundations deep laid as in guilt — 
 Imbued with the blood he had spilt; 
 No wrong he could do was undone 
 Till pride of his daring was won — 
 Before God — ^was none in degree 
 
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THE OITY OP THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 So daringly wicked as he! 
 
 Jehovah, they scorned, came down, * 
 
 And lo, by His withering frown 
 
 With confusion of tongues they were rent — 
 
 Dispelled from their foolish intent; 
 
 When one hailed with -kindness his brother, 
 
 It seemed they were mocking each other — 
 
 Till heart of each brother afraid 
 
 Shrank back from the other dismayed! 
 
 Such fear was upon them — they went 
 
 Like arrows in swiftest flight sent 
 
 From place of their pride — they were driven 
 
 Scattered abroad unforgiven! 
 
 But so sharp were the dragon teeth sown — 
 Like as seed of the thistle down blown 
 To the uttermost ends of the Earth — 
 And 'twas thus came Idolatry's Birth! 
 
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 What story is this that the East wind brings? 
 A stir on the earth — a whirr of wings — 
 *Twould seem as all men had but one mind — 
 The way they wrought — the way of the wind! 
 For, lo, by Euphrates' lordly tide 
 Stands a stately city — vast and wide — 
 And under one princely dome is set 
 The Pagoda, the Cross, and the Minaret! 
 Had Nimrod's spirit come back again 
 To rule o'er passions and hate of men? 
 With more daring will on vaster stage 
 Act impious works of an earlier age! 
 The End of the Ages brought a man 
 Most daring of will and brain to plan. 
 To grasp an Empire and win a name — 
 To put all the Empires of Earth to shame! 
 
THE crrr op the ante-christ. 
 
 jLo, He cometh with Panterish tread 
 T§ build a home in Grave of the Dead, 
 How swiftly his clawish hands begin 
 To build to wonder and praise of men! 
 
 And who is He? Say, whence he came? 
 
 Tho' Greece may human birth right claim, 
 
 Was He alone of mortal birth — 
 
 Alone, a very Son of Earth? 
 
 No Royal couch his swaddling place, 
 
 No Queenly Mother kissed his face. 
 
 No ancient line of high degree 
 
 Could claim him as a protege. 
 
 Perchance a child of love — of shame — 
 
 And could he claim a father's name — 
 
 *'TKe vile one" none may dare to say 
 
 The name they called him yesterday. 
 
 Yet who was He? Could simple man 
 
 Such vast designs and wonders plan? 
 
 He found a desert — made a place 
 
 The matchless wonder of the Race! 
 
 No Princely birth — he simply stood 
 
 One of the common Brotherhood! 
 
 One of the many millions who 
 
 Toiled in the shackles for the few! 
 
 Then whence the learning? whence the mind 
 
 That seemed no height nor depth confined? 
 
 What Gifts divine where on his tongue. 
 
 Such songs no other Poet sung! 
 
 He came — no armies at his back, 
 
 No city feared that he would sack. 
 
 No husbandman forsook his field. 
 
 No maiden virtue forced to yield. 
 
 No vultures — darkness — smoke clad skies — 
 
 A terror to the gazer's eyes — 
 
THE CTTT OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 He came from out his humble place 
 A Blessing to the Human Race! 
 
 Never before had the human Race 
 
 Worked with such will in an earthly place, 
 
 Very Wonder of Wonders to see, 
 
 That City blossomed in Majesty! 
 
 Lo, toilers building, and not in vain. 
 
 Houses sprang up on the empty plain, 
 
 Palaces rare in their splendor rose. 
 
 Beauty and Art in a grand repose, 
 
 Storehouses — dwellings — were multiplied 
 
 On either side of Euphrates' tide. 
 
 Fair Bridges over its waters ran 
 
 The Glory — praise — the wonder of man! 
 
 The builders building as men who be 
 
 Filled with a builder's ecstacy. 
 
 For men were startled at their own powers. 
 
 They had not dreamed that a few short hours 
 
 Would give to the Earth such city fair, 
 
 That none on Earth may with it compare! 
 
 Like fabled City it seemed to rise 
 
 As a morning mist before their eyes, 
 
 A mist that took shape in brick and stone — 
 
 That faded not when the bright sun shone! 
 
 Lo, the World heard — and believing not 
 Rushed, that the eyes may behold such spot. 
 Saw, and believed that a single street 
 Rang to the tread of a million feet! 
 A Thing of Wonder o'er all the Earth, 
 The World rejoiced at Babylon's birth. 
 Nations rejoiced at so strange a thing — 
 A Wonder of Human Blossoming! 
 The World rejoiced with a loud acclaim 
 
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THE Cirr OF THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 As it sprang once more to ancient fame — 
 Ancient Glory! ah, such words men deem 
 As empty title — for who could dream 
 In world of eld — such a place as this — 
 Compared with Heaven — was it much amiss? 
 
 (Heaven! Heaven! what eye has beheld the place? 
 The thought is a curse to the human race! 
 This holding of earthly things as vain 
 In future some misty heaven to gain, — 
 Prating of Spirit — and spirit rest — 
 Who hath returned that was such wise blest? 
 That we can handle, and smell, and see — 
 The Earth is alone Reality! 
 What around us but natural things? 
 No scurrying angels' golden wings — 
 Come, let the dreaming of Heaven be done — 
 Living to love 'neath the beautiful sun; 
 Come, let the dreaming of Heaven be done 
 Living to laugh in the beautiful sun; 
 Drink of its wines and rich fleshes taste 
 Never one moment of Pleasure to waste — 
 Sound Harpstring — tabert — sweet voices of lute — 
 Of sounds that are pleasant let not one be mute; 
 Gay youths and maidens in witcheries dance 
 Drink to Queen Venus in sighing and glance — 
 Steep every sense in rapturous pleasure. 
 Fulfill Desire to its uttermost measure; 
 Step to the revel with hearts all aflame 
 Thrilling of Passion and Pleasure to claim! 
 When eating, drinking, and dancing are o'er 
 Sweet strains of music lull ears evermore; 
 Senses all throbbing with rapturous bliss — 
 Pulsations of Pleasure — the clinging — the kiss — 
 Pleasure languid sink back on couches of roses, 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 The spirit still smiling while nature reposes. 
 Then nature enfeebled by kissing at last 
 Shall fall asleep smiling at joys that are past: 
 Sweet sleeping — where waking will come nevermore—. 
 To Ether the spirit returns as before!) 
 
 This was a City that knew not night 
 All men called her: "The City of Light!" 
 Lo! Science had given electric powers 
 Magic to conquer the midnight hours. 
 So where night ended, and day began. 
 Scarcely was known to the working man; 
 For light as brilliant as sun at noon 
 Was free as the air — the light of moon 
 Dim as a taper to this great blaze 
 Of Electrical Splendor — the days 
 Measured no longer by set, nor rise 
 Of sun. nor moon, in the burning skies, 
 Builders and Workers at night then wrought 
 Without giving the change a single thought. 
 Builders but knowing of changing time 
 When Labor Bells rang their silvery chime — 
 Working men banded in great relays. 
 Toiled on unceasingly nights and days 
 Building Palace, and Store House, and Hall. 
 
 Light, Beautiful Light, was flashed to all 
 Palace and Hovel — the poorest place 
 Shone in a splendor of perfect grace. 
 All on equality surely here — 
 Light without measure, as free as air! 
 Harnessed, this glorious light to provide 
 The rush and sweep of Euphrates' tide — 
 Surely the toiler must pleasure feel 
 When Public Taxed for the poor man's weal. 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHKIST. 
 
 On either side of the lordly tide. 
 
 Gay houses stood in palatial pride, 
 
 Barbaric splendor, and artist hand. 
 
 Made them the wonder of every land. 
 
 One held his breath as he entered in — 
 
 Splendor — the fancy and eye to win, 
 
 Where e'er one turned a wondering face 
 
 He reveled in Beauty, Art and Grace; 
 
 Such Gardens luxuriant in every sense, 
 
 Where one may stray in a glad suspense 
 
 Of what fresh glory may catch the eye 
 
 Of this green heaven of cloudless sky; 
 
 A world of flowers the feet to bless, 
 
 Flowers of surpassing loveliness. 
 
 And the rarest trees of the tropic span 
 
 Budded and blushed to gaze of man; 
 
 Water leaped up in the brilliant light 
 
 From lips of a Pan, and Aphrodite — 
 
 Wrought by the cunning in bronze and stone — 
 
 Such marvels would grace e'en Jove's own throne. 
 
 The Public Gardens were more than fair — 
 
 A costly splendor was everywhere — 
 
 Beauty thrown down with a fine disdain 
 
 As the giver had held a princedom vain. 
 
 Flowers — such Flowers! until the eyes 
 
 Cared not to look to far Paradise, 
 
 This — a heaven surpassingly grand — 
 
 With flowers and fruit for the plucker's hand. 
 
 Lo, every hour of the day and night 
 
 Those gardens were filled with life and light. 
 
 The dance went on to the string and lute. 
 
 The rarest music was never mute. 
 
 The cunning artist from every land 
 
 Choice in their singing, and deft of hand, 
 
THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 Flocked to this city — for welcome here. 
 The godliest gifts for musician rare. 
 For out of the Public purse there roll'd 
 A generous stream of yellow gold, 
 And thus most magical gifts were won 
 For Rich and for Poor of Babylon. 
 From glaring sun was the palm tree shade 
 Where Loves may wander of naught afraid — 
 Flowers at their feet — and ripe fruit around — 
 The ears enraptured with rarest sound — 
 Murmuring waters and sylvan shade — 
 Arbor of flowers for the youth and maid- 
 Rarest of mosses for slumbers light 
 When they had kissed to the Aphrodite. 
 
 Richest City beneath the sun — 
 Not a hungry soul In Babylon, 
 For he whose hand could not win him bread 
 Was out of the Public largess fed. 
 Work — there was plenty of work to do — 
 Why the million fingers were far too few 
 So much to be done — so short the day — 
 Mechanics held undisputed sway. 
 So many eager to shape and build — 
 So many anxious to paint and guild — 
 The cost not counted as wont of old — 
 The poor man laughed at this rush of gold 
 The old time cunning entirely lost — 
 There was no pausing to count the cost, 
 Each one intent of his own fell way 
 With never thought of reckoning day; 
 Plenty of gold for the wildest schemes — 
 Plenty of gold for Utopian dreams — 
 Lenders more anxious than e'er before 
 There seemed no end to the golden store! 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 None of your baser metals — pure gold 
 
 In rivulets ran — in broad streams roU'd — 
 
 Where Babylon's jeweled chalice may be — 
 
 A turbulent, shimmering, yellow sea. 
 
 Success it smiled upon every one 
 
 Happy the dweller in Babylon 
 
 Plenty and Pleasure wed hand with hand 
 
 Made it the wonder of every land. 
 
 O Lady of Nations! Greed of gain 
 Is bringing thy children back again, 
 They feel in their breasts the magic power — 
 And come to suck at thy golden flower! 
 They come as hordes of the locusts come — 
 The world resounds with thy busy hum 
 Of driving wheels — for the master hand 
 Has electric needles in every land! 
 O wondrous Light of a wondrous land! 
 What harvests wave for the reaper's hand! 
 For little sowing such luscious crop 
 What gold from the lily fingers drop! 
 Lo, see mid the purple folds on high 
 His golden "Ephah" enchants the eye — 
 For this shall the sign of his glory be 
 O'er every land to the uttermost sea! 
 
 Lo, now to the sleepy Arab's eyes 
 Loom funneled ships of gigantic size, 
 And lo, on the quay the craftsman's hand 
 Piles up the treasures of distant land. 
 Ah, one may read on the sacred page 
 The richest gathered in this last age. 
 Fulfil'd to the letter in everything 
 That the trading heart of the Nation's bring. 
 Here where the tides of the nations meet 
 
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1:HE city of the ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 Strange faces are seen on every street. 
 They meet as never they've met before. 
 Like chips wave washed from every shore. 
 The Dream of Earth's Dreamers now is true--- 
 Here mingle nations of every hue — 
 Commerce hath won where Religion fail'd — 
 The Love of Wealth has o'er all prevailed! 
 For here as one common brotherhood. 
 Where each man may trade for his own good. 
 Where each may worship as he may will 
 In heart of hearts — but the tongue be still- 
 Never should fall on the listening ear 
 Religious word that one would not hear. 
 For none may in hatred here dispute 
 Of that Unknowable Thing— The Truth! 
 
 To Commerce they built a splendid place 
 Of Grand design — of a matchless grace—" 
 A very wonder of art to see 
 Fantastic — Massive — Reality ! 
 An Ideal Place where all may bring — 
 Each of his art an offering 
 Displaying what brain had power to plan 
 The Wonder — Glory, and Praise of Man! 
 An Ideal place where each may bring 
 Of his grateful heart an offering. 
 Whatever the craftsman's hands had wrought 
 Was now displayed as a crowning thought. 
 
 Splendor Barbaric — a Golden shrine 
 That poetic license may call divine, 
 Man worshiping man in songs of praise 
 For Glories that man alone could raise! 
 An Ideal Place where all may come 
 To sound of the trumpet, fffe and drum, 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHKIST. 
 
 With all dulcet sounds of art and voice. 
 Where gladden'd hearts may so well rejoice. 
 They made an Image of wondrous Grace 
 To be the Queen of this Golden Place — 
 Goddess of all — cj wonder of art 
 Charming the eye, enchanting the heart, 
 A woman's face — where the jewels rare 
 Flashed, as a golden sun was there! 
 A poetic Thought — a sweet pretense — 
 They worshiped her not in any sense — 
 They held as a link this golden shrine — 
 The Human wedded to the Divine! 
 An object lesson to human eyes — 
 Like a maiden pure — a glad surprise 
 That ever the hand of man could bring 
 Such beauty fair to his fashioning! 
 Exquisite Image that seemed to be 
 A Living, breathing reality! 
 Ah, surely the praise that such could win 
 Should not be held as a thought of sin! 
 When Mariner came from o'er the sea 
 Here with thankful heart he bent the knee. 
 
 The Husbandman with his sheaves of wheat 
 
 And purple grapes to lay at her feet. 
 
 The trader came who had won great gain, 
 
 (A King may not hold such offerings vain) 
 
 The best designs of the wondrous loom. 
 
 Rare, costly spices of rich perfume, 
 
 None came but with offerings bent the knee — 
 
 For her sweet name was Prosperity! 
 
 Ah, these subtle Greeks were wondrous wise 
 
 When they pictured passions to the eyes. 
 
 For only Embodiment of Thought 
 
 Were the wondrous works their fingers wrought 
 
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THE CITY OP THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 So one by one where the Greek Gods brought 
 Arrayed In the dress of modern thought, 
 Till filled were the Halls of the pantheon— 
 You counted the Gods and missed not one! 
 
 How can Finite grasp the Infinite? 
 
 Invisible flash to human sight? 
 
 But Image each Passion of the Soul 
 
 Then the mind can grasp a wondrous whoW 
 
 So e'er men knew it this Aphrodite 
 
 Leaped up an image of Life and Light; 
 
 Garlanded with flowers the nude maids came 
 
 All lost to the thought or sense of shame, 
 
 A Poetic Thought that some deplore 
 
 When nude girls dance on the marble floor, 
 
 And behind where the shimmering curtains be 
 
 Are the gilded Halls of Debauchery! 
 
 Now Commerce stood supreme indeed 
 O'er every sect, or cult, or creed. 
 Sacred the right it deemed its own- 
 Triumphantly it stood alone 
 O'er all rights Human or Divine! 
 Humanity did here resign 
 Its wealth— its power— its everything— 
 Commerce the Universal King! 
 All recognized its one great aim 
 Was not for Glory, nor for Fame, 
 Was not for Empire, nor for Blood. 
 But solely for the Common Good! 
 Utility the aim. the Trend, 
 All worked for this one Glorious End— 
 The one sole object in Its mind 
 The betterment of Human Kind, 
 To make the good things of the earth 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 The Common Blessings — so that mirth 
 At every human heart would sing — 
 And hanish want and suffering. 
 
 Therefore to bless all human needs 
 
 The elements of Jarring Creeds 
 
 Unlawful in this City grand 
 
 In fact o'er all Chaldee's land 
 
 All churches banished — so that man 
 
 May carry out the new born plan — 
 
 That Human Brotherhood may be 
 
 Religion of Humanity! 
 
 Too long had jarring creeds destroyed — 
 
 Too long had jarring creeds made void 
 
 The Blessed Gospel of Men's Rights — 
 
 For centuries the doleful sights 
 
 Of murder, rapine, plunder, strife. 
 
 Had crushed the Universal Life, 
 
 Making men Bigots, Slaves, and Fools 
 
 Of Priests and Priestcraft — various schoolf 
 
 And each more savage in its cult 
 
 To blast, and blight, and to insult 
 
 The Human — till its back was sore 
 
 With cruel burdens that it bore. 
 
 It was the Churches' cruel aim 
 
 To put humanity to shame. 
 
 Make men decrepit in their aims. 
 
 Filling the world with faggot flames 
 
 If some strong soul gave forth a cry, 
 
 Or made protest — the cruel eye 
 
 Laughed at grim tortures made for those 
 
 Who would not slaves in Church repose. 
 
 But dared to lift proud free men's hands 
 
 'Gainst the corruptions in all lands. 
 
 Tortures that only fiendish brains. 
 
THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 Or Christ's — could shape to hold in chains 
 The Human soul in bands and bounds 
 To masses, crosses — empty sounds 
 Of Hell and Heaven — and such vain things 
 That aided Czars, and Priests, and Kings. 
 To press the Human 'neath the heel, 
 Aided by powder, ball and steel, 
 Surely indeed if such Christ's friends, 
 And if he blessed their fatal ends, 
 'Twere time the Human spat at him — 
 In fancy tear him limb from limb! 
 Trample his sign beneath their feet. 
 And fain again would they complete 
 His former crucifying — dare 
 His boasted Godhead — ask to share 
 The curse that fell upon the head 
 Of Israel when his blood was shed! 
 Yes, with the Roman soldiers rail — 
 With scorpion rods his back assail — 
 With spitting — laughter would they hail — 
 Scourge him until a bloody trail 
 Would mark each footstep — drive the nail 
 Unto his quivering flesh — and say: 
 "Humanity is free today!" 
 
 And so with daring and fell pride 
 This Prince cast the Divine aside. 
 And preaching of a loftier hope 
 A wider field — unbounded scope — 
 For human purposes and aims — 
 To broaden knowledge — wider claims 
 To give Humanity its chance — 
 To cast aside the spear and lance 
 The gatling gun — repeating rife- 
 All the cursed emblems born of strife 
 
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 Banished from land where peace should be 
 
 The watchword of Humanity! 
 
 The Common Good, and that alone. 
 
 From Pauper's hut to Prince's throne 
 
 The cry of every heart — then man 
 
 Would shape the true redemptive plan, 
 
 Lifting Humanity to heights 
 
 Not dreamed by Poets' loftiest flights 
 
 Of rhapsody — till man was made 
 
 A Godlike thing, and not afraid 
 
 Of Hell nor Heaven — but stood complete 
 
 A very God on his own feet! 
 
 For not a holier thing may be 
 
 More Godlike — than Humanity! 
 
 The Chamber of Commerce — A stately pile 
 Where Bronzes and Marbles in sculpture smile — 
 Carvings magnificent — with pictures rare — 
 A lavish expenditure everywhere. 
 In the large saloon where the Traders met 
 Once seen by eye — one could never forget — 
 But not its gorgeously sculptured art 
 That held the eye, and enchained the heart; 
 To one who stood in high gallery 
 And downward looked on the shouting sea — 
 *Twas the noise, the rush on that vast floor — 
 Rang the Bear's harsh cry — and Bull's mad roar- 
 Where Brokers in very babal stand — 
 Where fortunes changed by uplifted hand — 
 A lifted finger — A nodded head — 
 In acceptance oft not one word said — 
 Closed a quick trade of volume vast 
 A fortune staked — in a maelstrom cast 
 At mercy of cliques — and corners made 
 By Ishmalites of Commercial Trade. 
 
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 This room was the centre of all Earth's trade — 
 
 Here were the value of all things made — 
 
 Here set the price upon everything 
 
 Owned by a pauper, or held by a King — 
 
 Here was the throbbing Commercial heart. 
 
 The rounded world to uttermost part 
 
 Felt the pulsation of fall and rise. 
 
 Its quotations watched by all traders' eyes — 
 
 Wherever they stood they counted cost 
 
 How Babylons' market held or lost. 
 
 On every purchase the trade was done 
 
 At price such would sell in Babylon. 
 
 So the City on the Euphrates' tide 
 
 Again held a power that was world wide 
 
 Till hardly a creature on the earth 
 
 But here was centered its woe or mirth — 
 
 For every toiler of grim, brown hand, 
 
 Tho' across the sea in distant land. 
 
 Soon found that wages made low or high — 
 
 By click of a wire — in vain the cry 
 
 Of praise or anger — 'twas all the same — 
 
 Till they came to fear that awful name — 
 
 Her prince was their prince — whose wavy hands 
 
 Made famine or plenty o'er all the lands. 
 
 Clicking of cables that sent, and brought, 
 
 The changing mood of the Trader's thought — 
 
 The buying of this — selling of that — 
 
 As stocks climbed up — or were falling flat — 
 
 Changeful as fever's mad pulses throb — 
 
 The wild "Hurrah!" — the surprised wild sob — 
 
 As changing figures upon the wall 
 
 Hissed to a man: ''You have lost your all!" 
 
 And standing here, in high gallery — 
 Indeed 'twas a strange weird sight to see, 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 For not a nation beneath the sun 
 
 But here could behold a trading Son! 
 
 The quickest, keenest, the sharpest brains — 
 
 Like wild beasts gathered for spoils and gains — 
 
 Each man for himself an Ishmalite — 
 
 Tho' oft times in cliques they formed to fight 
 
 The common herd — and yet not a man 
 
 Whenever he could but dared to plan 
 
 And sell out the rest — or the clique betray 
 
 Though his brain conceived it yesterday — 
 
 For each had a price — and he who payed 
 
 Oft bought — but to find himself betrayed! 
 
 Some men cool and calm, with face like flint, 
 
 But hungry at heart, and fell intent 
 
 To entrap the weak and sluggish brain. 
 
 To lie, defraud — for getting of grain! 
 
 Scarce one believed what the other said 
 
 Of stocks or bonds, for the bolder led 
 
 The weaker to ruin — " 'Twas fair and square 
 
 Trading was trading — one came not there 
 
 Unless he had nerve to give and take 
 
 The stab and the thrust for trading sake 
 
 For who so foolish as to believe 
 
 Tale of a trader — made to deceive'' — 
 
 For cruel, venomous, grasping Greed 
 
 Spawned for herself such a cunning breed 
 
 Of devilish spider webs aweaving — 
 
 For human loss and fell deceiving; 
 
 Men without honor of any kind 
 
 Whose fairest words were but said to blind 
 
 The foolish trusters. 
 
 The common crowd 
 At such grand success but gasped and bowed — 
 Hailing such as Leaders — and aped their ways — 
 
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 Laughed at their cunning, and sang their praise- 
 Looked on their lying as wondrous wise 
 If it but netted a golden prize! 
 Honored them, hailed them — and made them great 
 At home— abroad— The Pillars of State! 
 Acknowledged lying belonged to trade 
 And brain who the "slickest trick" displayed 
 "To gull his brothers" was great indeed — 
 The Public to wish and word gave heed — 
 For such men outside of the Board of Trade 
 The loftiest, noblest traits displayed — 
 For public welfare an open purse — 
 Such free indeed from the rabble's curse — 
 Hailed by the mob — A Liberal man 
 So quick to aid in each generous plan 
 For public pleasure — for public weal! 
 And what if such man did lie and steal 
 On the Board of Trade — it was only right 
 When he had both Bulls and Bears to fight — 
 Men who were just as savage as he 
 Should not complain of ferocity. 
 
 So debauched by gain was the human mind 
 Till 'twas hard on the circling earth to find 
 A protesting voice — e'en the Church gave in — 
 "That to gamMe on Board of Trade no sinT 
 The Church spread wide lap, and held out her hand, 
 She begged, and she whined, she would fain command 
 Greediest trader to give up his gain — 
 Blessing and Praising her Lord, Trader's brain 
 Was cunning to plan and bring her such gold — 
 So Christ love in the Christian Church waxed cold! 
 For the Boys and the Young Men saw forsooth 
 •Twas of little worth to tell of the truth! 
 The getting of Gold be the one sole aim — 
 
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 The getting no matter the how it came — 
 For the poor despised in this Church of God 
 While the rich could rule with an iron rod. 
 
 So dehauched the manhood of every land 
 Till 'twas hard to find of an honest hand — 
 The labor of hand despised, now the mind 
 Must some quicker way to a fortune find — 
 Until not a Church in the wide, wide Earth 
 But drank deep of Babylon's joy and mirth — 
 Greedily drank from her chalice of gain 
 That poisoned the heart — ^and maddened the brain- 
 Churches wallowing — glorying in their shame — 
 Till Judas Iscariots they all became 
 More reckless, daring, blasphemingly bold — 
 And sold Christ again for Babylon's gold. 
 * * * * 
 
 For men had lost all faith in God, 
 They laughed at His chastising rod — 
 A Heaven — a hell — were but vain thought 
 By which the crafty Schoolmen sought 
 To bind men's minds to bigot views. 
 And fashion them as they may choose. 
 
 College and University 
 Strove with each other as to see 
 Who would be first in the mad pace 
 To curse, and blast the human Race! 
 And the Professor who could be 
 The baldest in his blasphemy 
 Had won indeed the laurel bays 
 The public press all quick to praise! 
 So scholars strove to pick new flaws 
 In Prophet's strain — Mosaic laws — 
 'Till every sentence criticised 
 
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 "With hostile, almost hateful eyes. 
 And hardly passage but had been 
 The butt of some Professor's spleen. 
 And no recorded incident 
 But some audacious scholar spent 
 His learning on it — to make void — 
 And true significance destroyed! 
 
 "We Worship Truth r Their constant cry. 
 
 But Truth had centered to their eye 
 
 What they would have the Truth to be. 
 
 Till Truth became a medley 
 
 Without beginning — without end — 
 
 As Devils only comprehend. 
 
 They put their leprous hand of hate 
 
 On every page to desecrate, 
 
 To purge from passage, and from line. 
 
 The trace of any thought Divine. 
 
 In fact Professors dared to be 
 
 By "Verifying Faculty" 
 
 As much inspired as men God chose 
 
 Of Eld — His message#to disclose. 
 
 By inference 'twas plain to see 
 
 Their Heart's desire had dared to be 
 
 Like as to Christ — if not more wise! 
 
 Self luminous in their own eyes; 
 
 For grown inflated by their pride 
 
 Cast all restraint of God aside. 
 
 And deemed some Godhead had inspired 
 
 The Blasphemy their hearts desired. 
 
 Ah 'tis a task impossible 
 
 For human tongue in years to tell 
 
 The vile things that they did relate — 
 
 Professor did not hesitate 
 
 To brand whole pages, wilful lies! 
 
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 Till it became to students' eyes 
 
 A book bereft of any Truth, 
 
 A book of countless lies in sooth 
 
 Framed to deceive in every line — 
 
 How foolish to call such Divine! 
 
 College and University 
 
 Fruits of such teaching soon could 
 
 They sent a spawn of preachers forth 
 
 "Who with Clown's grace made ready sport 
 
 Of sacred things to make men smile — 
 
 Ah, it was but a little while 
 
 When people knew such could not bring 
 
 A message from Eternal King! 
 
 For common men were quick to see 
 
 Their words were hollow blasphemy, 
 
 Man looked on all they said as lies. 
 
 And so God's Book to common eyes 
 
 Lost all its sacredness — and men 
 
 Forgot the awfulness of Sin — 
 
 For none with an authority 
 
 Could say of what a sin may be! 
 
 "A lie's A lie!" no matter where, 
 
 And what man can in truth declare 
 
 That God would countenance a lie? 
 
 If Preachers said, that God on High 
 
 Gave such a book — men were not fogls 
 
 To train in such Germanic schools — 
 
 If error on the Sacred page — 
 
 If but men spoke in early age 
 
 Simply, Reformers of the Race, 
 
 And Prophecy had there no place. 
 
 Who made it Sacred and Divine? 
 
 And who may dare to draw the line 
 
 'Twixt truth and error — shall men be 
 
 Slaves to the schoolmen's subtility? 
 
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 And this the ending, that men grew 
 Hard in their wickedness — withdrew 
 From any Christian teaching — till 
 Prince Satan had his daring will 
 To lead the blind mad souls astray 
 Who cast the Book of Truth away. 
 Men Grouped in blindness to The Night, 
 They looked to Satan for new light, 
 For when to Christ men ceased to pray 
 Prince Satan found them easy prey. 
 And soon upon men's souls there fell 
 The strong Delusion, spawned of hell. 
 Men's minds were darkened — men became 
 But things of loathing and of shame, 
 As Flames of Hate, Death could not quench. 
 And to Christ's nostrils but a stench. 
 
 Now could the higher Critics see 
 The fruit borne by their Upas Tree 
 That shadowing every Holy thing 
 rought Death in is incircling! 
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 Babylon's Prince held magician's wand — 
 His great gifts gave with no niggard hand — 
 And every morning a new surprise 
 Made glad his adoring subjects' eyes. 
 The Glories of Rome, behold, once more! 
 With splendor that mocked the days of yore — 
 Such Glories as all the Cassars made 
 Sprang to his hand in a short decade! 
 Bronzes and Marbles — Founts and Flowers — 
 Parks with Grottoes and Mazzy Bowers — 
 Baths of Marble with spices and myrrh — 
 Lo, a splendid Amphitheater! 
 Flashed Colosseum so fair to see 
 
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 With walls and columns of porphyry — 
 Where populace came as well as court — 
 Lo, free to all was the royal sport! 
 In vast arena the naked men 
 Strove bravely the old Greek games to win; 
 The glittering chariots flashed and sped — 
 Lo, the Gladiators fought and bled! 
 The criminals vile, condemned to death. 
 On the soft white sand in combat met. 
 And he the last victor in the strife 
 Had won to himself new lease of life. 
 Lo, Criminals here had chance to win 
 The boon of life in a wild beast den — 
 How the brutal gazers laughed to see 
 The wild beasts holding high revelry! 
 
 Now never a lustful thought of man 
 Is here restrained by a law or ban — 
 Ah, Sodom may stand appall'd to see 
 Infamous depths of Debauchery! 
 Lo, all day long is the strife for greed 
 Cheating each other as who would lead. 
 And through all night long the eyes may see 
 The City blaze with high revelry! 
 
 Thrice accursed Gold! thy lamp of flame 
 Has put of the noblest hearts to shame — 
 No matter how won — the holder's hand 
 Is courted and flattered in every land! 
 Lo, Thou hast grown in these latter days 
 A God to worship, that all men praise. 
 And men are as beasts to grasp at thee, 
 Deeming Thee source of Felicity! 
 
 The Golden City of Babylon 
 
 Has more than her mead of Riches won. 
 
THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 Alluring moths to her fatal blaze — 
 
 She to all men the desire and praise. 
 
 Like serpent fold is the grasping Soul, 
 
 Binding each thought in fell control. 
 
 And Naboth's vineyard and nothing less 
 
 Is central spot of all happiness! 
 
 The pulses beat in a feverish way, 
 
 Fortunes are made in a single day. 
 
 Guess on the Future — tomorrow's sun 
 
 Will flash on Palace that guess had won! 
 
 A Pauper, an hour or two before 
 
 He swept the dust from the princely door, 
 
 He risked his wages — at eventide 
 
 As master to him were the doors thrown wide. 
 
 Aye, men were staggered at such swift things — 
 
 With paupers one hour — the next with Kings — 
 
 It sent swift shafts unto every brain. 
 
 Old maxims treated with proud disdain. 
 
 The slow and the sure were thrust aside — 
 
 Lo, barebacked with Chance all wished to ride! 
 
 A turn of the wheel — and lo, there came 
 
 Wealth — that put wealth of Great Kings to shame! 
 
 Ah, here was the Golden mile stone set. 
 
 Here the converging of highways met. 
 
 Earth's highways thronged with the rushing feet» 
 
 And all in her fatal circle meet. 
 
 And His, aye his, was the princely brain 
 
 Who planted seed for such golden grain, 
 
 He watered the plants whose leaves would be 
 
 A healing for Poor Humanity. . 
 
 This hub of a wheel whose shafts ran out 
 
 To icy North — to the palm clad South — 
 
 To East— to West— Lo, the Race poured in 
 
 To share her Gold, her folly, her sin! 
 
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 Came the rich, the poor, the young, the old. 
 To sell their labor — increase their Gold — 
 Owned it by Peasant — or held it by King, 
 Lo, here was a mart for everything! 
 Alas, alas, the young maidens came 
 To barter their charms — all dead to shame — 
 Cherry red lips and lustrous eye — 
 Who bids the highest? — whose gold will buy? 
 Alas, what is honor or virtue when 
 A Bastard honored the first of men! 
 Honor and Virtue — what myths are they 
 Darkening the light of the latter day! 
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 When some of Israel came to stand 
 
 Once more upon their ancient land. 
 
 They feared they may become the prey 
 
 Of restless tribes that 'round them lay. 
 
 Could they but win some powerful arm 
 
 To hold their riches from all harm, 
 
 Lo, every heart turned to this One — 
 
 The Peaceful Prince of Babylon. 
 
 A man whom all the earth revered, 
 
 Surely most daring King had fear'd 
 
 To hold as foe whom he called friend — 
 
 In him their wanderings would end. 
 
 So Israel's Elders came to make 
 
 A covenant for safety sake. 
 
 And he such allies rich to win. 
 
 Only too glad to enter in 
 
 For seven years The Covenant. 
 
 Then Home with joy The Elders went; 
 
 Surely all wanderings would cease! 
 
 Their sworn Friend — the Prince of Peace! 
 
 A great awakening filled the race 
 
 And from afar men turned their face 
 
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 To seek the ancient Home again, 
 
 And find a solace from all pain. 
 
 Such ample wealth — such cunning brain — 
 
 Their land cut East and West in twain, 
 
 The gateway for the World's vast trade, 
 
 Toll Gate where Nations tribute paid. 
 
 Lo. Babylon's most wealthy men 
 
 Were surely of their kith and kin, 
 
 Qn whom the Prince could well rely 
 
 For aid in prospects vast and high. 
 
 Now Palestine no more a place 
 Of jest book for the Gentile Race, 
 The land a fruitful garden smiled. 
 With cities on fair summits piled; 
 In all the world where was the Race 
 That held such wealth in such small place? 
 The Gentile Nations with surprise 
 Turned to this spot their wondering eyes, 
 Wonder of Wonders to behold. 
 For who may count the flood of gold 
 To builders' hand — to raise once more 
 A Temple — such ne'er seen before! 
 And who may tell of that high day 
 When builder's hand had ceased to play, 
 And the wide world in praises ring 
 As High Priest came with offering. 
 
 Two thousand years had rolled away 
 Since last, on the Atonement day, 
 Before the brazen altar stood 
 The Great High Priest to sprinkle blood! 
 Two thousand years! what memories rise 
 With baleful light before their eyes — 
 The world had seen them — to despise, 
 
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 Mocked their death agony and cries! 
 Had trampled them with mail clad feet 
 More vile than clay — for dunghill meet! 
 Spit on, and lashed, and desolate. 
 Hated to death — yet spite of hate — 
 They stood at last 'round Zion's hill. 
 Jew — in the name and nature still! 
 
 One surely the most honored guest — , 
 They brought the Godliest and the best 
 To Honor Him! and in their words 
 His name was coupled with The Lord's! 
 The Peaceful Prince of Babylon 
 Had more than earthly glory won; 
 And the oblation that they gave 
 Was not as eaual — but as slave; 
 No nation with such offering 
 Before had honored any King! 
 Their orators with cunning phrase 
 Mingled with Blasphemy their praise! 
 
 Lo, was it this awoke within 
 
 His breast a brilliant thought of sin — 
 
 The Tempter found an instrument 
 
 To carry out a fell intent. 
 
 For, scarce had fled rejoicing day 
 
 When his feet trod the bloody way. 
 
 To gain that dizzy height alone — 
 
 To sit on Caesar's vacant Throne! 
 
 He found pretext for instant war — 
 
 Lo, willing hands came from afar — 
 
 Crowned Him with victory most complete 
 
 Egypt and Syria at his feet! 
 
 And then his heart with haughty pride 
 
 Cast foul and fair pretext aside; 
 
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 No longer Prince of Peace he stood — 
 But splashed with foe and friendly blood! 
 Who dare oppose his sovereign will — 
 His sword was swift to smite and kill; 
 His words were sweet — but held as light 
 As thistle-down in his own sight; 
 His promises none dare believe. 
 His words of friendship none receive; 
 They were but given as baits to l)ring 
 His victims to this wily King! 
 The World arose and hailed him great — 
 Ambassadors around him wait — 
 And Europe swift he gifts to bring 
 To this Imperial Conquering King! 
 
 But here's not ours to chronicle 
 How nations who opposed him fell — 
 When Egypt, Syria, Greece was won, 
 He homeward turned to Babylon! 
 
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 One day to Babylon's market Place 
 Came Beautiful Youth with ruddy face, 
 Proclaimed his mission with wondrous sign — 
 His words were as draughts of fiery wine. 
 Whence came The Thought? — at first confined 
 Alone to the fiery zealot's mind 
 A darling wish that the heart conceived — 
 Had wished — had loved — and at last believed. 
 As draughts of wine to the listening brain 
 They heard not the soft, sweet words in vain. 
 As leaves are Shivered on summer tree 
 He stirred the hearts of the human sea! 
 This was the message The Prophet brought: 
 How could the brain that such wonder wrought 
 In Art, in War — be simply a man. 
 
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 Could human brain all this Glory plan? 
 
 Nay, nay, how plainly the eye must see 
 
 Their Prince — not man — but. Deity! 
 
 No man could do what his hand had done — 
 
 If there were Gods — He indeed the Son! 
 
 Come let them then sacrifice and see 
 
 If he were man — or The Deity! 
 
 Prepare the altar, and oxen bring. 
 
 Themselves to prepare the offering. 
 
 Lo, at the mention of This God's name. 
 
 He would bring from heaven the licking flame 
 
 To burn huge oxen, and surely show 
 
 A God was living with men below! 
 
 Yea, their own hand should prepare the rite 
 
 Open and plain before human sight; 
 
 Scientists watch that no fraud may bring 
 
 A hidden fire to the offering! 
 
 Hark! what is this on Babylon's ear. 
 Rising swiftly, distinct and clear. 
 In Palace and Hovel — from every side — 
 A thousand voices have multiplied? 
 Who are the Criers? Aye, Christians all. 
 Not lingering long where their feet may fall. 
 Hurrying on as swift runners go 
 Who bring a terrible message of woe: 
 
 *'Woe to the one who in him Relieves! 
 Woe to the soul who his mark receives I ' 
 Anguish and sorrow shall surely he 
 His Portion on Earth — in Eternity!'* 
 
 Men shrugged their shoulders when first it fell; 
 
 "A fanatic craze — a bagatelle!" 
 
 A cry for sneering, and laugh, and jest — 
 
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 The day past by and there was no rest! 
 For through all night long the Criers' feet 
 Sounded in crowded and silent street — 
 Startled men up from the needed sleep-*- 
 Shrill in the Hall where wild revels sweep- 
 Till men grew savage as death to hear; 
 Lo, public clamor rose sharp and clear, 
 Then shrieked the women and frenzied men: 
 **To the Ouillotinel To the Lion's den!" 
 Lo, e'er the rising of morning sun 
 Not an ear but heard it in Babylon — 
 Old age, and manhood, and children young. 
 This message of woe from many a tongue! 
 In home all squalid, in stately hall, 
 (Where never the sound of woe may fall). 
 In Halls of Commerce — in counting rooms — 
 In Halls of Revels — in place of tombs — 
 It startled the merchant in his sharp trade — 
 It made the thief in his act afraid — 
 The singer's song in his throat had died — 
 The Courtesan dashed her price aside — 
 The Priest at the altar trembling shook — 
 The Reader looked up from enthralling book — 
 Beauty shrank back from reflecting glass — 
 Men shrank from the criers and let them pass! 
 Down at the Quay — where the great ships lay- 
 White wings coming and going away — 
 When men of all nations come and go. 
 The Criers came with the Cry of Woe! 
 Each man looked up, for in mother tongue 
 On each man's ear the fell words rung; 
 The Criers were many, and not one race 
 But saw of his own in some Crier's face! 
 
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 Woe to the one who in him Relieves! 
 Woe to the soul who his mark receives; 
 Anguish and sorrow shall surely he 
 His portion on Earth — in Eternity! 
 
 That day the arena sands were red — 
 The wild beasts on flesh of Criers fed — 
 Till gorged with blood down to slumber lay 
 Where Remnant of Criers huddled to pray! 
 No Criers that night in Babylon — 
 Her ghastly deed had a silence won! 
 But she was ablaze with high revelry — 
 Won her highest mark in Debauchery! 
 A fever pulse was in every brain — 
 Unbridled Passions unchecked by rein — 
 More like beasts and devils than human men. 
 In open, lascivious, debasing sin — 
 And women — Sweet Pity — ah, women fair. 
 Disrobed of all womanly thought were there! 
 
 Lo, of a sudden a change was wrought 
 In Atheist's sneer — and scoffer's thought. 
 'Twould seem as a hiding veil were rent 
 Displaying Kingdom of vast extent — 
 Signs unmistakable everywhere 
 Of Beings crowding the upper air — 
 More swift than the wind — a myriad band — 
 Locust Host o'er that beautiful land. 
 They darkened not the beautiful light. 
 They hovered not mist like before the sight. 
 But all men knew they were surely there 
 Making the earth and the air their lair. 
 Men felt in this strange eventful hour 
 As at their side stood an outer power 
 Pleading so tenderly: "Let me in 
 And thou by me shall all blessings win" 
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 Men willing a new power to obtain, 
 
 Winning o'er others some earthly gain. 
 
 Paused not to question if this were sin 
 
 But let the unclothed creatures in! 
 
 Men shuddered first when this unclad thing 
 
 Entered their flesh for a covering, 
 
 But the piping voice so full of cheer 
 
 Soon gave them pleasure and banished fear; 
 
 Men's powers were quicken'd — their senses grew 
 
 To a keener point — somehow they knew 
 
 Of things they had never known before 
 
 Of worldly knowledge, and mystic lore; 
 
 Their minds grew passive to this fell Guest 
 
 Who inspired the thoughts within their breast. 
 
 And ofttimes their hands stretched out to do 
 
 Some act that their inborn sense would rue. 
 
 Men's minds grew passive — without intent 
 
 The body became an instrument 
 
 To act the abider's wish and need — 
 
 To blindly follow where it may lead! 
 
 It seemed on a higher plane to lift 
 
 That men rejoiced at this new found gift — 
 
 Men's powers were quickened to comprehend 
 
 And point their acts to a quicker end — 
 
 They bent mea's souls to a narrow ring 
 
 Making more selfish in everything — 
 
 Giving the passions a fuller sway — 
 
 Making more reckless each passing day — 
 
 The glory of self — the selfish end — 
 
 Betraying if needs the dearest friend — 
 
 The baser passions had stronger flame 
 
 In gratification knew no shame. 
 
 Defiant of Law — a reckless thought 
 
 That never a higher motive sought 
 
 Than fleshly pleasure — and that more base 
 
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 Than known before to the human race! 
 Honesty! Truth! — they were myths indeed 
 Of which human souls had no way need. 
 And yet a pleasant face and a smile 
 Clothed the heart that was full of guile. 
 
 Tho' on other subjects differing 
 All these Guests agreed on one fell thing — 
 And in this, their highest joy was won. 
 The praise of the Grod of Babylon! 
 
 The Prophet's words fell on fruitful place 
 Tho' varied indeed the tribe and race 
 That heard of his message — one and all 
 Ready to Hail! and worshiping fall. 
 And this fell union did only bind 
 The many millions — where may one mind 
 
 In any city beneath the sun 
 
 Rule every mind as in Babylon; 
 
 So the Prophet's words were quick to win — 
 
 The thought was pleasant, it suited men 
 
 To have a God who would pleasure give — 
 
 Living Himself as they would live. 
 
 Lo, an old vision comes back again — 
 
 An image stands upon Dura's plain! 
 
 Around it flowing a living sea 
 
 Of watching, waiting humanity. 
 
 Famed Scientists there to watch and tell 
 
 If this would indeed be miracle, 
 
 Men who for knowledge all men applaud. 
 
 Keen to scrutinize trick and fraud. 
 
 An altar is garnished — the oxen stand 
 
 Ready for Death at the Priestly hand — 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 Waiting are all for the Prophet's sign 
 To prove their Prince was indeed Divine! 
 The sign is given — the oxen bled — 
 The altar with warm fitsh is fed — 
 Men are all silent with bated breath — 
 Standing as Images carved in Death. 
 Lo, there the Prophet all grandly stands. 
 Lifts to the Image his outstretched hands, 
 Prays to the Image to give a sign 
 To waiting world of a Prince Divine! 
 
 Lo! of a sudien on altar came 
 
 Tongues of living and forked flame! 
 
 Its pathway from heaven each eye could trace 
 
 Devouring the flesh on the altar place! 
 
 Full in sight of the watching crowd — 
 
 Who in prayer and adoration bowed! 
 
 Their Prince was God! — now none dare dispute — 
 
 Clear to each eye was the living truth — 
 
 No longer as Prince — but as God his sway — 
 
 Before his image they knelt to pray! 
 
 Now were his images multiplied 
 Of Gold and Silver — on every side. 
 Odorous Incense the worshipers bring — 
 His praises white robed acolytes sing. 
 Hands of Engravers were cunning to trace 
 On rings and diamonds his glory of face. 
 Pins, amulets, charms in tribute were laid — 
 On breasts, in ears, on the fingers display'd. 
 
 Homeward again came The God of their praise — 
 To give him welcome all hearts were ablaze! 
 Lavish and costly the gifts men brought 
 To Glorify — honor the only thought' 
 
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 Sculptors and Artists of world wide fame 
 Here as coworkers all gladly came, 
 Worked with a cunning and gladness of heart — 
 Made him an arch of most marvelous art. 
 Arch of all arches — his story portray'd — 
 Pure gold with diamonds and jewels inlaid — 
 The flood of its glory a brilliancy won 
 Sparkling and rivaling the light of the sun. 
 Ah, 'twas a gladsome and glorious day 
 Business was banished — pleasure held sway — 
 The Prince, the beggar — all went to see — 
 To greet with praises their Deity! 
 And not a dwelling however poor 
 But had his image above the door. 
 And shrine where tapers and incense burned; 
 In streets, high altars, where e'er one turned; 
 Festoons of drapery everywhere — 
 Lo, silken flags to gladden the air — 
 With cannons booming — with music gay — 
 With millions lining the coming way. 
 
 Lo, every Nation under the sun 
 Ambassadors sent to Babylon, 
 To show their respects, and presents bring. 
 To honor the Babylonish King! 
 
 The Prophet went with a priestly throng 
 To welcome him home with praise and song. 
 Trumpets blowing — and cymbals clashing — 
 White robes radiant with diamonds flashing — 
 To meet him outside the city gate. 
 Where altars were raised in grandly state — ' 
 Where oxen, white as the driven snow. 
 Flower decked were waiting the priestly blow. 
 Lo, in the distance with martial tread — 
 
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 A thousand banners above the head — 
 His mail clad host with glad music came — 
 Chanting glad songs of his glorious fame! 
 Grand Trophies bringing of glorious war — 
 Chained men and women of lands afar — 
 Kings captive bound as in olden days 
 Adding their tribute to martial praise! 
 
 Lo, when he came where the altars stood 
 A thousand knives drank the oxen's blood, 
 Lo, altars piled where the wild fires rise 
 To their God — a fitting Sacrifice! 
 The Prophet hailed him as Lord and Goff! 
 Down in the dust where their feet had trod 
 Bent every face — till he stood alone — 
 Their Lord and God on resplendent throne! 
 Worshiped him there as their God divine. 
 With many a rite and wondrous sign. 
 
 Onward, the populace still to greet — 
 Triumphant rode through the festooned street — 
 Troops of fair maidens his praises sing. 
 Their hair as their only covering, 
 Fair naked women that knew no shame 
 Rose strewing the way where his horses came! 
 Where e'er he came the adoring crowd 
 Fell on their faces praying aloud; 
 Behind him thronging with loud acclaim 
 Priests and multitudes singing his Fame! 
 'Mid salvos of cannon and rockets blaze — 
 'Mid thunderous shouting of human praise — 
 In the Palace of gold and porphyry trod — 
 Proud Babylon's King as Babylon's God! 
 
 Now openly to human ears, 
 
 A Doctrine that for many years 
 
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 Lay -in his heart he did profess — 
 Prince Satan's power he did confess 
 With wondrous oratory — he told 
 Of secret things — and waxen bold: 
 Proclaimed Jehovah was man's foe 
 That every blessing here below 
 Came from Prince Satan. 
 
 Once, alone. 
 Stood Satan at Jehovah's throne 
 And told him to his cruel face 
 He should not crush the human race! 
 In»the beginning of all time 
 Jehovah by his daring crime 
 Usurped o'er all a despot's sway — 
 For in the olden, golden day 
 The Gods were many — they were kind — 
 And only had it in their mind 
 To bless Humanity — till he. 
 Vindictive Jah, conspired to be 
 The Lord of all and fain would bend 
 All of the Gods to his fell trend! 
 But Satan, loving justice, rose 
 This cruel monster to oppose. 
 And fought him single handed there 
 With grim defiance — aye, despair — 
 For all were with Jah — treachery 
 Alas! had won the victory! 
 Satan from heights of Heaven was thrown 
 An outcast God — and all alone. 
 But soon angelic Hosts, dismayed 
 At the vile wrath that Jah displayed 
 In all his rulings, took affright — 
 Some bowed all servile — some took flight 
 To own the one they knew was right — 
 Prince Satan! Harbinger of Light. 
 
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 For ages rolled the battle — man. 
 
 The prize that either wished. Jah's plan, 
 
 To rule by fear, and sent a Son 
 
 Upon the earth to tell the race 
 
 That Earth, a miserable place. 
 
 False and deceiving to the eyes. 
 
 And verily in upper skies 
 
 Where happiness alone could be 
 
 To sinful, lost Humanity! 
 
 That Human pleasure but a snare — 
 
 That Woman's breasts, and eyes, and hair. 
 
 Were lustful pitfalls — where the feet 
 
 Would surely swift destruction meet. 
 
 Who wished for such had no escape. 
 
 That Hell was standing wide agape 
 
 Where everlasting fires would burn 
 
 And they as wretched worms would turn! 
 
 All human passions, lust and filth. 
 
 To such enjoy a heinous guilt. 
 
 That love for Human kind was base 
 
 That better far the human race 
 
 Should crush desire, the will, the mind. 
 
 And in hope of far Heaven to find 
 
 A perfect Happiness. 
 
 The Jews 
 His ghastly doctrine did refuse — 
 For he would fill the world with woe — 
 Make charnal house of all below — 
 And so thought best to end a life 
 That would engender Hate and Strife! 
 The Jews were wise — and justice laid 
 Its hands on him — cried undismayed: 
 "His Blood Be On Us!" 
 
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 Righteousness 
 To slay such one and nothing less! 
 A Holy action none denied — 
 When Liar Christ was crucified! 
 
 But Jah was not to be denied 
 Tho' on the cross his servant died — 
 A deeper plot sprang to his brain 
 That his Christ should not die in vain. 
 But by his subtility and power 
 Proclaimed this was victorious hour, 
 That Christ was victor o'er the grave. 
 So that in future he could save 
 Whoe'er believed in him! 
 In Hatred, and in vengeance grim. 
 He preached a bitterness and woe 
 O'er all the earth — all joy made void — 
 The Happiness of Earth destroyed! 
 Lo! misery triumphant strode 
 Wherever man made his abode 
 And let the Cross fly o'er his head! 
 With fears all human hearts were fed 
 For bitter, bitter, weary days, 
 Wherever Priests the dead Christ praise! 
 The tyrant Jah upon his throne — 
 The murderer of men — alone 
 Looks down upon the world to gloat — 
 (With a grim laugh within his throat) 
 On human misery — their pains 
 And the fell rattle of their chains 
 To him all music — he would crush 
 A million, as one would a rush. 
 To gratify a passing whim! 
 For the vast world is but to him 
 A stage of ghastly tragedy. 
 
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 He looks with leering laugh to see 
 
 If one is happy — then he sends 
 
 Some Harpie to perform base ends. 
 
 Turning the laugh to bitter cry — 
 
 He watches all with cruel eye 
 
 To blast, to rend, to devastate. 
 
 He shows an everlasting hate 
 
 To Human Happiness — Destroys 
 
 The prattling babe — the girls — the boys — 
 
 Thrusts youth beneath the coffin lid — 
 
 'Neath grave clods fairest faces hid — 
 
 The Bridegroom laughs at blushing Bride 
 
 E'er touches lips — they're dashed aside — 
 
 And where the Lute and Harp should ring 
 
 There is the shriek of suffering! 
 
 Lo! now for near six thousand years 
 
 The world is rent with maddening fears — 
 
 Dread, Death, and Devastation vast. 
 
 Black shadows on the world have cast. 
 
 If Jah loved men — why is it so? 
 Decay, Destruction, Death and Woe — 
 Where Horrors on grim Horrors tread — 
 Grief unabashed lifts up its head 
 And shrieks its hatred in men's ears — 
 Why this for near six thousand years? 
 When Jah could wipe such all away 
 In the brief sunshine of a day, 
 And fill the world with joy and mirth — 
 And this a happy laughing Earth. 
 
 Simply — because he hates the race! 
 Fain would he crush, blast and efface 
 In fell destruction and disgrace 
 The light and joy from human face! 
 
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 But ever friend — true friend to men. 
 Prince Satan dared the fight to win. 
 For centuries he waged the strife 
 To give to men immortal life. 
 To alleviate all human woes. 
 To crush the thorn and plant the rose. 
 To break the whip, and chain, and stave. 
 Give wine the thirsty lips to lave. 
 To give the human passion space — 
 Enjoy a kiss — and lovely face — 
 Give juicy meat instead of crust — 
 Proclaim to man it was not lust 
 To dream of women — and to kiss 
 With lips of fire — and not a miss 
 To drink pressed grapes inspiring draught- 
 That all earth's passions could be quaffed 
 Without the gruesome thought that hate 
 For that would blast and desolate. 
 
 And Lo! such fighting not in vain. 
 The Angels in Jehovah's train 
 Grow weary of his ghastly reign — 
 Sick of men's misery and pain — 
 Each year desert him — until he 
 Soon will decrepit Tyrant be 
 Minus of Power — where years before 
 The millions his fell Banner bore 
 Now a grim silence settling down. 
 He knows that soon the Victor's crown 
 Shall rest on Kingly Satan's head — 
 That Satan the maligned shall be 
 Adored by all Humanity! 
 That men shall see with wild surprise — 
 The mists of ages from their eyes 
 Roll as a fog from sunlit sea, 
 
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 Then with wild rapture shall they see 
 
 Prince Satan King — alone supreme! 
 
 And olden superstitious dream 
 
 Writ in the book but wilful lies 
 
 So that the human may despise 
 
 Prince Satan. He their friend alone 
 
 Who dared Jehovah on his throne! 
 
 Prince Satan in a little time 
 
 Shall win his purposes sublime 
 
 And will drive Jah from his higher place 
 
 And banish unto outer space — 
 
 Then Satan shall reveal his face 
 
 In blessing to the Human Race. 
 
 And quickly men believed the lie. 
 Each with the other did outvie 
 As who most costly gift would bring 
 To honor Satan as their King. 
 From their munificence there rose 
 A place where Satan may repose 
 In gracious state — a palace fair 
 Where all things costly, rich, and rare 
 Were given with most lavish hand. 
 Lo! the vast riches of the land 
 With joy spread out to his commands, 
 All gladly given to Satan's hands. 
 
 And Satan's shrine a holy place 
 Where knelt the rich ones of the race 
 In adoration, joy, and praise. 
 Revived again the old Greek days — 
 And naked women danced before 
 The Portals of a Golden door. 
 Where to a secret chamber went 
 Alone the Man God with intent 
 
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 Of secret adoration — He 
 
 Beheld indeed the majesty 
 
 Of Satan's form; as high Priest stood 
 
 Poured at his feet a wondrous flood 
 
 Of Jewel splendor — and while men 
 
 Worshiped the Man God — he within 
 
 Worshiped Prince Satan — he alone 
 
 Could see the Presence on the throne — 
 
 So Satan in his secret place 
 
 Was worshiped by the Human Race. 
 
 The Palace where Satan revealed his face 
 Of unique design — and the human race 
 With never a finger had made a trace, 
 Nor had they conceived of such dwelling place. 
 But yet one may see that a close design 
 Was followed from pages of Book Divine, 
 And an aping of such the eyes may see 
 Of the City, that John proclaimed would be 
 A crystal suspended in upper air — 
 A Pyramid City of stones all rare. 
 This Palace arose like a beautiful thought — 
 As magical fingers in tracery wrought — 
 And the men who built it could never tell 
 How their fingers fashioned — there was a spell 
 Of another power over brain and hand, 
 As dreamers worked they at a strange command. 
 A cunning not theirs by their fingers wrought, 
 A workmanship never by human taught — 
 Controlled by a power they could not see 
 They fashioned and shaped all mysteriously. 
 Came to Builders and Gazers, the biting thought- 
 Prince Satan conceived, and his angels wrought! 
 
 Blazing in Jewels upon the door 
 
 The Emblems, worshiped in days of yore 
 
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 That filled the world with a slimy sea — 
 A stench to High Heaven — of Debauchery! 
 Of a sudden the worship of these vile things 
 From paupers' hovel to palace of Kings, 
 The costlier rings and amulets made 
 In shape of such things — by women displayed 
 On fingers and breasts — no blushing of cheek 
 At home nor abroad, of such things to speak 
 With utmost of freedom. Prince Satan's Design 
 Kissed, honored and worshiped — and held as Divine. 
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 Lo, Europe swift allegiance gave — 
 
 Hail'd Him Their Lord on land and wave! 
 
 Her navies and her armies swore 
 
 Allegiance to Him evermore — 
 
 Ambassadors from foreign lands 
 
 With costliest gifts in willing hands 
 
 From every nation — at his feet 
 
 To pour their adulations sweet. 
 
 And Lo the World as in far yore 
 
 The Roman Earth beheld once more 
 
 In one vast Empire — Caesar's throne 
 
 Had but one candidate alone — 
 
 Amid the wildest of applause 
 
 To shape divine and Earthly Laws — 
 
 The Nations mad with one desire 
 
 Rolled like an avalanche of fire 
 
 To place him on that throne and sing 
 
 Wild praises to Their God— Their King! 
 
 He — most defiantly wickedly trod 
 
 On every law of Jehovah God 
 
 Where ever 'twas "Yea" — He gave his "2Vo/" 
 
 And to God's "No" — gave "It shall be soT 
 
 His one darling wish was to efface 
 
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 God's Word from the mind of human race — 
 
 By devilish act — by word of mouth — 
 
 Designs of hatred were carried out! 
 
 Yea, every stigma and act of shame 
 
 He strove to wed to the Christly name — 
 
 To erase the term — that none may see — 
 
 And stamp Himself on Humanity! 
 
 Lo, men were eager His will to do, 
 
 No matter the deed — unswervingly true — 
 
 Blood thirsty — cruel that Devilish throng — 
 
 Lo, Christ the butt of the mocker's song! 
 
 His praise all eager — willing to win — 
 
 Pillaging — slaughtering Christian men — 
 
 Hopeless women and tenderest child. 
 
 Knew of no mercy from bigots wild! 
 
 Lo, every tortuous instrument 
 
 That Genius of Hell could well invent. 
 
 Was wrought for wracking the human frame. 
 
 Thus to blot from earth Christ's hated name! 
 
 Filled many a home with bitter pain, 
 
 For the closest ties were rent in twain. 
 
 The husband was of the wife afraid. 
 
 The parents oft by the child betrayed. 
 
 And lo, because of the Christ confessed — 
 
 The babe that sucked life from mother's breast 
 
 Now fair maiden grown — was thrust aside — 
 
 The gaunt, wild beasts were well satisfied! 
 
 And he, the lover so fond of eld. 
 
 That now in strong circling arms held 
 
 His wedded wife, aye, his more than life — 
 
 Cast her to the guillotine sharp knife! 
 
 In young and in old there seemed to be 
 
 A new born soul of fell bigotry — 
 
 Who ever may dare this God despise 
 
 Most worthy of death in human eyes! 
 
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 For this New God held humanity 
 
 With a power all wonderful to see. 
 
 In thought, and in act, their life to lay 
 
 Down at his feet, as if potter's clay. 
 
 Lo, the cross, the gibbet and the sword — 
 
 The red flames leaped up to greet his word — 
 
 And Nero's torches flared up once more 
 
 More brilliant than in the days of yore! 
 
 The wild beasts as drunk with hot life blood, 
 
 Now gorged, laid down where the victims stood. 
 
 For not a savage or cruel beast 
 
 But had too much of this Christian feast! 
 
 A sickening odor was in the air — 
 
 The blood of Christians was everywhere — 
 
 And not a hill, nor a mound to see 
 
 Without its cross where pale victim be! 
 
 Lo, Christian suffering was everywhere — 
 
 All Europe seemed as a wild beast's lair — 
 
 Strewn with human bodies torn by hate — 
 
 A world of all Christians desolate! 
 
 Once more his face to the inland sea 
 With all of Imperial Deity, 
 A higher place in men's eyes to fill — 
 As God in Temple on Zion's hill! 
 He entered the Temple sword in hand — 
 He should in Holy of Holies stand — 
 Opposing Priests at the altar slain — 
 The veil of the Holy cut in twain — 
 Where only the High Priest entered in 
 Once a year, for confession of sin, 
 Bearing shed blood — in that empty space 
 Where Maker and Man stood face to face! 
 And right where the Mercy seat should be 
 Planted his throne of Iniquity. 
 
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 (A blaze of jewels that wondrous throne). 
 
 Proclaiming Himself the God alone! 
 
 The white robed acolothist anthems sing — 
 
 The golden censors of spices swing — 
 
 Priests leading people prostrated fall — 
 
 They hail him their God, "THE LORD OF ALL!' 
 
 But here is not ours to chronicle 
 
 The wrongs that to Israel Race befell — 
 
 For all who wotshiped him not became 
 
 As things of loathing, and wrath, and shanje! 
 
 Surely alone it was Satan's brain 
 
 Conceived such exquisite sense of pain, 
 
 Wherewith its helpless prey to enthrall — 
 
 To just let it live, and that was all! 
 
 Like Chemist over a crucible 
 
 He watched how their terrors rose and fell, 
 
 A Caldron vast was that Jewish land 
 
 He seething the Race with demon's hand! 
 
 What Rumor is this the East wind brings? 
 
 The gathering Hosts of Barbarian Kings! 
 
 Arousing of Nations with one aim — 
 
 Who brings such rumors is laughed to shame. 
 
 When one gnat comes of a summer day 
 
 Lo, 'tis imperiously brushed away, 
 
 But what if they darken all the air 
 
 The whir of their wings heard everywhere? 
 
 Men held it light as a thing of scorn. 
 
 Like mists that becloud the early morn, 
 
 That the glorious sun could so soon dispel — 
 
 None dreamed a thought but that all was well! 
 
 For who may heed of a rumor vague. 
 
 A childish fear of a far off plague, 
 
 For woe to the foe whose acts had won 
 
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 The wrath of the God of Babylon! 
 Men made it a jest and went their way 
 Like hunters that search for things of prey, 
 Fair Truth and Righteousness ever slain 
 Buying, selling and getting of gain! 
 So the days rolled on — but ever came 
 More startling rumors — and ever the same — 
 Nations arousing with one sole thought — 
 The sacking and wrecking of Babylon sought! 
 Surely the rumors at last proved true. 
 Every Doubter in Babylon knew — 
 With prancing of steeds — one vast array — 
 The Barbarians for plunder were on their way! 
 Was there in Babylon thought of fear 
 As the swift horses brought foemen near? 
 'Twould be but to them a glorious sight — 
 Would whet satiated appetite! 
 
 The merchant Kings had a glorious time 
 They sold the Barbarians' bones for lime, 
 Bartered in future as what may be 
 The yield from the fields that their blood would 
 A thought for Trading — ''Say, ivho will take 
 A chance if only for trading sake. 
 As how many days it toould take their King 
 To give his wild heasts an offerings 
 A thing for trading, unique and strange 
 Chances were sold on "the open change." 
 E'en women dabbled in this new thing — 
 How much a Barbarian's head would bring? 
 Their marches were sold as a horse's pace. 
 How long e'er they reached a given place. 
 Each day were the chances bought and sold — 
 Vast was the sum of the changing gold. 
 
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 So days rolled on with a quicker pace. 
 Like horseman bent on a reckless race 
 Hetdless and careless to where he bore — 
 Babylon ne'er was so gay before! 
 'Twould seem as sin took more deadly hue, 
 Man strove with fellow for something new 
 That would outrage every law of heaven, 
 Alone by the vilest passions driven. 
 The cords of Humanity cut loose, 
 The World seemed given to vile abuse. 
 As vile as the vilest hell may be — 
 The City stank with Depravity! 
 Scorning the curtains that hid them in 
 The streets were alive with naked sin, 
 In lascivious dance — a curse to see — 
 A maelstrom of shameless infamy! 
 'Twould seem as women were wed to sin, 
 Each strove with the other as who would win- 
 No sewer of Hell more vile to see — 
 Babylon one vast monstrosity! 
 Nor was it the vile or base alone 
 Who sinned whether sun or moonlight shone. 
 But they who were reckoned of high degree 
 Were the foremost beasts in this revelry. 
 Women did even with men outvie; 
 And the brain was racked as who should try 
 To conceive a newer, fresher crime, 
 To sink men down in a lower slime! 
 And he was hailed with a new delight 
 Who could bring more daring sin to sight — 
 A Victor crowned, till another came 
 And claimed as right that infamous Fame! 
 
 Of a sudden fell a noisome sore 
 On men and women, as ne'er before 
 
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 Was seen on earth — 'twas a horrid thing — 
 The City shrieked in its suffering! 
 And it spared not one, this noisome pest, 
 From sucking child on the mother's breast 
 To aged sinner — all bent and gray — 
 How bitter the wails on this awful day! 
 Who e'er the mark of His number bore 
 Was seen on the flesh this noisome sore. 
 Who e'er had bent the imploring knee 
 Proclaiming his Godhead's Majesty! 
 Then woe to the man who had it not — 
 A Sign of Life was that noisome spot — 
 What men slew not the fierce wild beasts tore 
 Till all were glad to display that sore! 
 And boasting Science to ease the pain 
 Saw all its remedies tried in vain. 
 Shamefaced they stood before all the land — 
 Dared not acknowledge 'twas God's own hand! 
 It made men — if that were possible — 
 More darker, deeper children of Hell — 
 E'en Hell may blush of their acts to see — 
 The air was heavy with Blasphemy! 
 
 What story this from the restless sea 
 
 Of waters becalmed — no waves to see — 
 
 No ebbing, flowing, no tide, nor flood? 
 
 But stagnant all as a dead man's blood. 
 
 What cry is this on Euphrates' tide 
 
 Rolling to sea in its lordly pride? 
 
 At very fountain of life 'tis slain — 
 
 As blood stands still in a dead man's vein! 
 
 The beautiful river stagnant lay — 
 
 A putrid thing in the blaze of day — 
 
 A horrible stench — a dank perfume — 
 
 As comes from decay in dead men's tomb! 
 
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 And, Lo, where glad fountains leaped before 
 The basins ran o'er with slimy gore, 
 Pavements mosaic where beauty trod — 
 Where children played on the grassy sod; 
 And Drunkard who scorned such boon before 
 For draught of water the Gods implore, 
 The wine cup became a loathsome thing 
 Crushed 'neath his heel in his suffering; 
 A cry in the air of a great despair — 
 A Famine of Water everywhere! 
 Frenzied they search for some hidden spring— 
 *Tis found — but to mock their suffering; 
 The sky reflected in angry glare — 
 The red clotted Blood was everywhere! 
 Blood! Blood! where ever the eye was turned — 
 A sight that the fleeing foot ne'er spurned — 
 The very moisture in every street 
 Had turned to blood and bedabbled the feet! 
 The bloody footprints were everywhere, 
 In dens all foul, and in palace fair; 
 Dewdrop that before in morning light 
 Flashed on the leaves as if diamonds bright, 
 Now dripped and fell on the passer's head 
 The clammy drops of a sickening red! 
 And not one blossom on flowery bed 
 But blood heavy hung its beauteous head. 
 Bedabbled with blood — the rank perfume 
 As smell of dead in an open tomb! 
 Where ever water had stood before 
 Now in its place a clodding of gore; 
 Whatever the food with water made 
 Now streaks of globular blood betrayed. 
 Blood in the hovel and stately place, 
 Blood on the hands, red blood on the face. 
 On cotton gown, and on velvet dress, 
 
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 On silken sheen of all loveliness; 
 
 On beggar's palm and on princely hand, 
 
 On courtesan vile and Lady grand, 
 
 On beauties' cheek where soft moisture came, 
 
 No matter where — 'twas ever the same! 
 
 (They had thirsted before for Christian blood 
 
 Their victims yielded a generous flood; 
 
 Let them drink of blood and the food they eat 
 
 Be mingled with blood between their teeth!) 
 
 What cry is this? What! a new despair? 
 From million lips: "Oive us air! give us air!" 
 From cellars damp — in the crowded street 
 Came sudden rush of a million feet — 
 The streets were full of blaspheming men — 
 Where the weak went down — tho' their own kin — 
 And women and children trod beneath 
 The rushing and surging of maddening feet; 
 They fought like wild beasts for open space — 
 They took no heed of a friendly face — 
 But with cursing lips and striking hand 
 They strove in some cooling spot to stand! 
 The streets were full as of wreathing mass 
 Of venomous serpents who strove to pass. 
 Biting and tearing with teeth and nails — 
 Cursing and shrieking — such oaths and wails! 
 All wealth forgotten in this fell strife- 
 Men forsook their all for a breath of life — 
 Bankers cared not if the gold heaps lay 
 Where thief could glut to his full of prey; 
 .Houses forsaken where costly things 
 Were scattered — meet for the use of Kings — 
 For one fresh breath on the burning brow 
 Worth more than handfuls of jewels now! 
 "Fresh Air! Fresh Air!" and the heated street 
 
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 Was as furnace floor beneath their feet. 
 
 And the earth was burned, and black, and bare. 
 
 As red hot ashes were scattered there. 
 
 They sought for caves and for cellars deep — 
 
 Some place where the parched form may creep — 
 
 So hot the air in the dampest place 
 
 Like blast of steam in the wretch's face! 
 
 No rest was found in the dwelling shade — 
 
 All seemed as a heated oven made — 
 
 Lo, Beauty from richest chamber sped 
 
 Where the scorching sun blazed down o'erhead; 
 
 Men strove with men for the highest place 
 
 To win some breeze that would fan the face; 
 
 Men fought like beasts for the highest wall 
 
 To vanquish — soon as the vanquished — fall! 
 
 Never cool breath to the burned cheeks came. 
 
 The wind as sharp as a sword of flame 
 
 Seering the flesh — till the pores did crack 
 
 And the face was crisped, and dry, and black. 
 
 Men fought their way to the river's flood 
 
 To cool their brows in the stagnant blood. 
 
 Bathed therein as if that would be 
 
 An ease from horrible agony! 
 
 And this to their pains but added more; 
 
 The slime soon dried over every pore 
 
 Making each pulse like an inward fire — 
 
 Filling the heart with blaspheming ire! 
 
 Babylon's plain once so green to see 
 
 Was bare as a desert sand may be — 
 
 Once a world of blossoms — and none may tread 
 
 But he steppeth to crush a fair flower's head — 
 
 Ah, the beautiful flowers were burned brown — 
 
 Lo, the crackling leaves from the trees dropped down! 
 
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 It is now high noon in Babylon — 
 
 The sun in meridian glory shone — 
 
 The sky in a brazen splendor laid — 
 
 No speck of cloud to bedim or shade — 
 
 O Horror of Horrors! what is this? 
 
 Has the Sun sank in a deep abyss? 
 
 Or was it a sudden shaft of night 
 
 Had slain to the heart the Lord of Light? 
 
 From millions of lips in Babylon 
 
 There rang out the cry: ''The Sun! The Sun I' 
 
 And millions of hands stretched out in vain 
 
 Imploring for golden light again! 
 
 Each thought he only was stricken blind — 
 
 The only one accursed of his kind — 
 
 Staggered and grasped for support near by — 
 
 Rubbing in frenzy the stricken eye! 
 
 One moment high noon — a blaze of light — 
 
 The next — a dark and dismal night — 
 
 Aye, swifter than dropping lid may fall 
 
 A horrible darkness over all! 
 
 Ah, surely a panic was over all — 
 
 They crouched and groped for the nearest wall — 
 
 Shouting for ''Light !" how the air was rent 
 
 By desperate frenzy and vain intent! 
 
 Let Science flash out the light she gave — 
 
 Oh, give us fair light in which to lave! 
 
 She once clad night in the robes of noon — 
 
 Had mocked the splendor of silvery moon. 
 
 Glad hopes sprang up in the heart to die — 
 
 For Science they once did deify 
 
 Now in the hour of their greatest need 
 
 Proved but a broken and worthless reed! 
 
 No lamp — no candle — no flash of light 
 
 Of any kind that may bless the sight — 
 
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 A greater terror in every breast 
 When Science her baffled powers confess'd! 
 And men were frenzied they knew not where 
 They stood or crawled — why a wild beast's lair 
 A heaven to this — then one may dare 
 To meet a foe when he saw him there! 
 This horrible darkness — loathsome spell- 
 On splendid palace and hovel fell, 
 On beggar and prince, on bond and free. 
 Helpless all in captivity! 
 All ties of nature were rent in twain — 
 Aye, motherly love was even slain. 
 For the suckling child was dashed away 
 That mother may grope for light of day! 
 One minute the air with oaths was rife 
 As strong men struck at the walls in strife — 
 And then of a nameless horror dumb 
 Crouching and watching for what to come! 
 One minute crouching in deadly fear — 
 Then maddened by unknown danger near. 
 Leaped up to clutch at the empty space. 
 Strike at the air as at foeman's face! 
 An awful, horrible, stifling gloom. 
 Men searching all madly round the room 
 "With bitter cries — groping round and round 
 For door they pass'd — by terror unfound; 
 Helpless in terror and wild affright — 
 Their strength was wasted in useless fight — 
 Oft maddened — to end the pain of all, 
 "Would batter their heads against the wall! 
 Lo, in this terrible, ghastly strife. 
 The air with curses and oaths was rife 
 In one vast volume — commingling rung 
 One terrible oath from human tongue! 
 Then sank to a silence dread again — 
 Gnawing their tongues for the very pain! 
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 Lo, the Darkness went as Darkness came! 
 Babylon saw of her coming shame — 
 A thunderous tramp — and dust clad air — 
 At last the Barbarian Kings were here! 
 An appalling sight to meet the ken — 
 The East was black with the moving men — 
 From distant North to the hazy South 
 Alone the horizon shut them out! 
 A deadly, black and entombing cloud. 
 The thunders of hoof — the snortings proud- 
 The savage music that greets the ear 
 Is surely the blast of Death to hear! 
 
 Hearing the blast of their savage horn. 
 Children of Babylon, where thy scorn? 
 Not even Euphrates' lordly tide 
 The prey from Barbarian Hosts divide! 
 They come as locusts of summer come — 
 Thy stricken heart may be surely dumb — 
 Behind their passage is blank and bare — 
 Babylon's meat is their future fare! 
 They come to clutch at thy golden store, 
 (Thy dainty days are most surely o'er). 
 In savage daring and reckless pride 
 Water their horse in Euphrates' tide. 
 
 What cry is this from where great ships lay- 
 The river dwindling — shrinking away — 
 Lo, 'tis vanished from human eye — 
 In mud of river the great ships lie! 
 Gone is the river with all its pride — 
 The waves no more — nor the lordly tide — 
 That bore on its bosom from every sea 
 The stateliest ships that the eye may see! 
 The river has fled on hasty wings — 
 
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 A passage free for the Eastern Kings — 
 
 The meeting wings of Barbarian horde 
 
 Search not in vain for an easy ford. 
 
 Lo, see how the dark lines nearer crawl — 
 
 Have met — now the city is in their thrall — 
 
 A fatal circle of laughing foes 
 
 Each moment nearing for deadly close! 
 
 Where now thy laughter, Babylon, fair? 
 Aye, thou art now in the jackal's lair — 
 A Jackal savage that snarling waits 
 With sharpened teeth at thine open gates! 
 Cutting supplies from thy dwindling store 
 Thou feelest pangs — such never before — 
 Famine of Water — Famine of Bread — 
 Dainty stomachs are going unfed — 
 Thy fairest daughters fighting for meat 
 That Jackals would spurn with swiftest feet — 
 Could foeman dream of a better day? 
 Death — Mourning and Famine, hold fell sway! 
 What was the taunt in the Christian's song — 
 
 "True is the Lord, and His hand is strong! 
 None shall save from His terrible ire — 
 She shall 'be utterly burn'd with fire!" 
 
 Where thy laughter, O Babylon, now? 
 To snatch the diadem from thy brow 
 They circle grim with a dire intent. 
 With hearts all harder than hearts of flint, 
 O where they laughter, Babylon, fair? 
 Pour thee hot ashes on brow and hair; 
 Have thy Mirth — Laughter and merry Dance 
 Flown at the sight of Barbarian lance? 
 Rend thee the purple from dainty limb — 
 
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 Gird thy breasts with sackcloth coarse and grim — 
 Down in the dust, 'tis a fitting place — 
 'Tis fitting spot for thy whorish face! 
 Are they now a thing for passing jest, 
 O Babylon, with their teeth at thy breast? 
 Trampling thy skirts as their dazzled eyes 
 Gloat at the wonder of this Grand Prize. 
 
 Are they picturesque in savageness? 
 
 With rough tanned skins for their uncouth dress. 
 
 Girt with weapon of primitive fight 
 
 The arrow — the spear — the javlin bright; 
 
 Their horses shaggy — but light and fieet. 
 
 Like rush of the wind their unshod feet. 
 
 The veriest slaves to their master's will 
 
 And almost human in feats of skill. 
 
 How subtle the thought of old Greek brain. 
 
 Behold! 'tis his Centaur back again! 
 
 Surely as one are the man and steed 
 
 In reckless daring and savage deed. 
 
 The horses are snorting — they sniff the fight — 
 
 The Barbarians laughing in mad delight — 
 
 Lo, Babylon's plunder at last is near — 
 
 The arrows ready — and fiashing the spear! 
 
 O Lady of Nations! where are now 
 
 The Beauty — Splendor — that decked thy bow 
 
 When nations eager to do thy will 
 
 Spoke Thou — and lo, all their tongues were still; 
 
 Looked you — and they were swift to do — 
 
 Out of the scabbard the bright sword fiew — 
 
 Quick as a flash to defend and aid — 
 
 Earth at thy frownings was sore dismay'd! 
 
 The Nations have heard thy cry of pain. 
 Nor has it rang in their ears in vain, 
 
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 The Nations ready as if one man 
 To aid and abet by every plan! 
 Nations are arming — they come — they come — 
 To blast of trumpet and roll of drum — 
 Europe is naught but an armed camp — 
 The world resounds to the martial tramp. 
 Squadrons are coming across the sea — 
 Tongue may not tell what their numbers be — 
 As swift as the wind and steam may bring 
 Their millions of armed offering! 
 Yea, Coming — but lo, such leagues away — 
 And foeman here in battle array! 
 
 The shouts of Helpers ring in thine ear — 
 But cruelest foes already here! 
 Aye they will come, but, alas too late — 
 When Palace and Hovel desolate — 
 When the wrecking hand with the burning brand 
 Has blackened the Glory of all the Land! 
 They will come when carcass is on the plain — 
 Will come when Beauty and Youth are slain — 
 When aged and young are a dainty feast 
 For the vulture bird and for savage beast! 
 They will come when the eyes can only greet 
 The mangled Bodies in every street — 
 Smoking wall yet echoing death's despair 
 And the cry of the dead still in the air! 
 Coming — but, ah, such a weary space — 
 With Foeman standing before the face. 
 When any moment the arrows' flight 
 May herald the deadly — awful fight. 
 
 O for a lull of the Tempest's breath! 
 
 O for a break in the line of Death! 
 
 Can we not bribe them — hold them at bay 
 
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 Just for the space of a single day? 
 Send then the subtlest tongues to them — 
 Presents of diamonds and flashing gem — 
 Coined and uncoined — of value untold 
 Pour to their gazing glitter of gold — 
 Bribe them — hold them — whatever is given 
 Our best or dearest under heaven — 
 Our fairest women — our richest wine — 
 Costliest presents from God's own shrine! 
 Blind them with promises false and true — 
 Reckless thine oaths — be many or few — 
 Only hold them from battle array 
 Just for the space of a single day! 
 
 Lady of Nations, where now thy God 
 Who rules the Nations with iron rod? 
 Go to his altar with tearful eyes — 
 Let loftiest cloud of incense rise — 
 Deck thou his image as ne'er before — 
 Costliest floods of oblations pour 
 As never were yet to Godhead given, 
 To Greek, or Roman, or Christian Heaven! 
 Crowd thou his temple as ne'er before 
 Prostrate to lie on the marble floor. 
 Turning thy pale, supplicating face. 
 Where golden Image his altars grace. 
 Lady of Babylon, cry aloud 
 There in thine abject terror all bowed ; 
 Is thy God dreaming? will he forsake? 
 Cry out most bitterly — he will wake! 
 Aye, art thou sure he indeed is told? 
 Send Him thy messages manifold — 
 Tell Him of thy danger — fast and fleet 
 By wire — by steed — and by runner's feet! 
 Tell him thy danger in words of fire — 
 
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 Rouse up his terrible, 'vengeful ire — 
 
 Make him to know, aye, to realize 
 
 The foemen are here before our eyes! 
 
 Why is he waiting beside the sea? 
 
 Why not come alone in Majesty? 
 
 Then foes shall blacken and shrivelled lie 
 
 Alone from fire in his flashing eye! 
 
 Who hath offended in anything, 
 
 Or failed to his shrine their prayers to bring? 
 
 Some Christian's breath must befoul the air — 
 
 Broken the current of fervent prayer! 
 
 Yea, but the Christian and Jew alone 
 
 Have scorned to bow to his Godhead's throne — 
 
 Come, let us search with a hate renewed — 
 
 Better for them they were wild beast's food! 
 
 The Cross, the Gibbet, the wild Beast's Den 
 
 Were surely a heaven for them to win! 
 
 The torches lighted by Nero's hate 
 
 Had laughed to escape this last fell fate! 
 
 Search for the Christians where'er they be 
 
 With cunning of Death's ferocity! 
 
 Hunt them with bloodhounds — magical art — 
 
 Torment them tho' they be blood of our heart! 
 
 O Lady of Babylon, get thee dowi 
 And cast in the mire thy golden crown — 
 In sackcloth clad — in thine ashes 'lie — 
 The world shall shudder to hear thy cry! 
 O Lady of Nations, thy costliest things — 
 That alone seem fit for the touch of Kings — 
 Are things of loathing — a curse to cling — 
 Barbarian hand on thy throat to bring! 
 O climb to the top of thy highest place — 
 O Scan the blank West some hope to trace— 
 
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 Cry as thou never hast cried before 
 
 As weeper crieth — at dead men's door! 
 
 O climb to top of thy highest place 
 
 Canst thou see aught in that weary space? 
 
 No dust of marching in all the air? 
 
 No shadow of stirring anywhere? 
 
 O take to thine eye the sharpest glass — 
 
 Is naught moving in glittering mass? 
 
 At last— aye, what is that long thin line? 
 
 Our coherts are coming, O heart of mine! 
 
 "re*, we can see it with naked eye — 
 A slender thread hetween earth and sky — 
 Nay, it is false! and thou art lying! 
 *Tis but a mass of vultures flying I 
 
 Alas, new Foes in the upper air — 
 Foes — Foes — there are foemen everywhere! 
 And what shall the -coming vultures greet. 
 Ours or Barbarians the reeking meat? 
 
 "What is that coming? O Look again— 
 A shadow has darkened all the plain — 
 A moving shadow that does not fly — 
 Are not our coherts now coming anigh?" 
 
 "Moving shadows alas, aye, alas, 
 The plain is moving — a leaping mass — 
 Lions and Tigers — all beasts of prey — 
 Come to our table to sup today!'* 
 
 See the Barbarians are speeding round 
 Ah, in the meshes we're surely bound — 
 Tighter and tighter the cords they make — 
 A human net that we cannot break! 
 
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 Shipwrecked — as caught on a rock are we, 
 
 Around us a living, seething sea — 
 
 Soon waves all crested with flashing steel 
 
 Will 'round us in maddening eddies wheel! 
 
 Where are our warriors famed of old 
 
 That oft in our ears their prowess told 
 
 Where are they now in our time of need? 
 
 They have given us words — now show the deed. 
 
 Look at the Cowards shrinking away — 
 
 They make no effort to hold at bay 
 
 This terrible foe — they take to flight 
 
 As bats and owls that fear of the light! 
 
 Aye, see yon warriors, see the scars 
 
 Received in the rush of other wars — 
 
 Now as a child or woman may be — 
 
 Fainting of heart and shaking of knee! 
 
 Faint-hearted — and that they well may be 
 
 For where is the hope in such a sea 
 
 Of circling lances? a sharp steel ring 
 
 That every moment is narrowing! 
 
 Now, what this dread silence far and wide 
 With never a cry on any side? 
 A silence chill — see, that ring of horse 
 Motionless stands in its onward course. 
 This silence dread our moment of Fate — 
 List to that wild, lonely cry of Hate! 
 Hark! to the thunder that seems to smite 
 The very sun in its upward flight! 
 See they are rushing from every side — 
 The feathered arrows with blood are dyed — 
 The lances — the swords at last are wed 
 To Babylon's flesh — the stream runs red! 
 Our men, our women a flock of sheep — 
 The Hand of Shepherd not here to keep — 
 
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 Children and women as well as men — 
 Our city is one vast slaughter pen! 
 
 O Look! where God's Temple springs on high — 
 Marvel of splendor — against the sky, 
 So light, yet massive in its design — 
 Surely it sprang from a brain divine! 
 See how our children are crowding there — 
 Making it ring with their loud despair — 
 Where God-like his golden Image stands 
 Worshipers blessing with outstretched hands! 
 What are they doing in their despair? 
 What maddened wretches are climbing there 
 Where God on the beauteous altar stands — 
 Maddened they are — a moment before 
 Worshiping prone on the marble floor — 
 Now they are wild as the furies be 
 Destroying where they had bent the knee! 
 Like hellish furies they Curse and shriek — 
 And women are there — ah, once so meek — 
 Outvieing the men — with unloosened hair, 
 Wild Furies or Witches everywhere! 
 See, how yon villain the hammer sways, 
 While at every stroke the mad crowd brays: 
 
 "Curse Him! The Author of all our WoesT 
 
 It shivers — it totters — ah. down it goes! 
 Hark! with what thunder of joys they greet — 
 They trample in fury beneath their feet — 
 Spitting and daubing with most foul things — 
 A worship new for the King of Kings! 
 Aye, they are maddened with new found hate 
 And hellish fury to desecrate — 
 And cursed thrice be that cursed hand 
 
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 Who waves in triumph that blazing brand! 
 See how the red torches flash and spread 
 How they circle around the dancer's head — 
 Now cursing and yelling, to and fro, 
 Maddened by Danger and Coming Woe! 
 The Temple afire! alas; alas! 
 How the wild flame spreads in rolling mass — 
 They're drenching with oil the grandest place 
 That ever smiled to the human face! 
 Hark! at the shouts of that maddened ring 
 As they give the flames such offering! 
 Ah, see there are some at such sad shame 
 Casting themselves in the licking flame! 
 Like serpents the flre flames leap and twine 
 From base to apex of holy shrine — 
 Soon to vanish a ghostly thing — 
 As our fading faith in dastard King! 
 What ghastly revels the eye to meet 
 With Death's carnival in every street — 
 The laughter of madness — shriek of Woe — 
 For cursed Barbarians no mercy show! 
 
 He Cometh not! aye, he makes no sign — 
 
 What, is he not then a God divine? 
 
 Were He — would he leave us here to be 
 
 Victim of Jackal's ferocity? 
 
 Babylon — She who first Deified — 
 
 Light of his eye — the Gem of his pride — 
 
 The golden city of his desire — 
 
 Thus to be left to the foeman's ire! " 
 
 Why does he linger beside the sea — 
 
 Fretting like one of humanity — 
 
 Telling of wonders his hand will do? 
 
 Poor, pitiful boast that will ne'er come true! 
 
 His words had lulled us of every fear — 
 
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 We laughed in our peace till foes were here-^ 
 
 He said, to fear not of living thing — 
 
 The God of Earth was Babylon's King! 
 
 Chaldea's Land was a holy place 
 
 That a foeman's foot should ne'er disgrace — 
 
 The World combined not a foot should win — 
 
 They may behold — but not enter in! 
 
 Is he truly God? Look down and see 
 
 That shambles of dead humanity — 
 
 Who can that horror of horrors paint — 
 
 Slayers from slaying are waxing faint! 
 
 See the Barbarian is gorged with blood — 
 
 His horse knee deep in that clammy flood — 
 
 Sated with slaughter — his wanton ire 
 
 Gives to his hand but destructive fire! 
 
 See, how the fresh flames creep and leap — 
 
 See, now how the old flames rush and sweep 
 
 Where is our Nero with golden lyre 
 
 Paean to sing o'er Babylon's pyre? 
 
 Sated with slaughter the foeman stands 
 
 The sword held loose in the blood stained hands — 
 
 Cursing the victims that crowd his way — 
 
 Utterly Weary to further slay! 
 
 Hark! Hark! what is that? some new born snare? 
 How close and dusty the lagging air — 
 The earth is rumbling beneath our feet — 
 The houses nodding in every street! 
 
 Horrors Triumphant! again the light 
 Is stricken to death in arms of Night — 
 Making all Nature utterly void — 
 Better by far we were all destroyed! 
 Hark! what babel of terrors below — 
 
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 Terror alike of victims and foe 
 
 Stricken with terror and wild despair, 
 
 Rushing and dashing they know not where — 
 
 They see not where — for in this thick night 
 
 Most lurid flame is flicker of light, 
 
 As faint as will-o'-the-wisp may be — 
 
 Or firebug flashing of light to see — 
 
 The firm earth breaking beneath the feet 
 
 Great buildings crashing in every street — 
 
 All wrapped in a darkness horrible — 
 
 Surely the depths of a Christian Hell! 
 
 What if the Christians indeed are right? 
 Did they not prophesy this fell fight 
 Many and many a year ago? 
 Fulfill'd to letter is every woe! 
 When as wild beasts hunted and driven, 
 Did they not smile at each torture given. 
 Smiled at our torture howe'er replete 
 Fearless whatever the doom to meet? 
 Yea, in the throes of their deepest pain, 
 
 Cried: "Lo, the Lord Christ shall come again!' 
 
 Yea, in the dying they waxed more bold 
 As of the Coming of Christ they told! 
 Aye, and they prophesied there would be 
 Direst of wrath and calamity — 
 Horrible Thing on Horrible Thing — 
 Whoever worshiped our Dastard King. 
 
 See yon — the dark clouds are breaking away — 
 Ah, it is coming — the Beautiful Day — 
 Rapture of Raptures again the sweet light — 
 Mercy! Oh, Mercy! what wonderful sight! 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHBIST. 
 
 Look at the Heavens! a Terrible Red 
 Bursts like a tidal wave over the head — 
 All of the Heavens a sea billowed plain — 
 See, drops are falling! a horrible rain! 
 
 Heaven's fire above us — Hell's fires below — 
 Where now can we turn — where now can we go? 
 Now the full Doom told by Christian is come! 
 To help or to aid us the world is dumb! 
 Man, angel or Devil — no help for us now 
 With fire at our feet, and fire on our brow. 
 Thus in unending ages be toss'd 
 Utterly! Utterly! ! Utterly Lost! ! ! 
 
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 Lo! not alone in Babylon 
 
 Was mourning for the deed now done — 
 
 (As Babylon in ashes lay) 
 
 Fore'er the closing of the day 
 
 Ran the swift message of the skies: — 
 
 "Our Babylon in ashes UesT 
 
 At first was sneering at the news, 
 
 "Only some speculative ruse — 
 
 We've heard strange news before" say they 
 
 And shuddering put the news away. 
 
 But when repeated o'er and o'er — 
 
 The same dread message evermore, 
 
 Men could no longer then refuse 
 
 To feel at heart this awful news. 
 
 Then rang one universal cry 
 
 That pierced the mocking heavens on high! 
 
 Lo! round the world the mourning ran 
 
 As if from universal man; 
 
 For Trader where in any Race 
 
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 But Ruin stared him in the face? 
 
 They all held stock in Babylon — 
 
 Their Riches — now their all had gone! 
 
 Lo! never since the world was made 
 
 Such universal grief displayed — 
 
 No sentimental grief — but pain 
 
 As if a sword had cut in twain 
 
 Their living hearts — yes. Ruin lay 
 
 Itself across their path that day — 
 
 For all grew rich at her great mart. 
 
 Her ways had won the trader's heart, 
 
 They loved her for the riches made, 
 
 For the great life she gave to trade! 
 
 And not to trader's heart alone — 
 
 For scarce a race on earthly zone 
 
 But from the wants of Babylon 
 
 Had to the worker surely won 
 
 Fair bread and meat — Lo, this fell day 
 
 In smoke beheld all pass away! 
 
 And whence shall come the next day's meal? 
 
 Ah, surely never Human weal 
 
 Received such deadly blow as this 
 
 O'ershadowing every earthly bliss! 
 
 And men who dreamed of future trade 
 
 Gloating o'er margins to be made, 
 
 With trembling lips and blanched cheek — 
 
 With palsied tongue that could not speak — 
 
 Heard of the news — and lo, the brain 
 
 Cracked like a harpstring in the strain! 
 
 The Vast Exchanges of the world 
 Were unto utter Ruin hurl'd! 
 Wild, frantic men were rushing there 
 Commingling blasphemy with prayer! 
 Great fortunes vanished evermore — 
 
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 Sucli cries — no mortals heard before — 
 
 And may ears hear not such again! 
 
 The feverish essence of all pain. 
 
 What rushing on the marble floor — 
 
 The reign of Bulls and Bears was o'er — 
 
 Such stricken, helpless, blasted brains 
 
 Blaspheming for their vanished gains! 
 
 The living — aye, far blessed more 
 
 The Suicide there in his gore, 
 
 He knew not, felt not of the pain 
 
 Of hissing devils in the brain! 
 
 A few as numbed — all silent lay — 
 
 The many like wild beasts of prey. 
 
 As soul forsaken, gnashing teeth, 
 
 Trampling the weak beneath their feet! 
 
 And trampled on — or kicked aside — 
 
 Was many a blood stained suicide. 
 
 Whose life's blood trickled on the floor 
 
 Where danced his feet an hour before! 
 
 Ah, many a frenzied man was there 
 
 All knew this morn a millionaire. 
 
 Ere evening's first soft shadows lay 
 
 Knew all his wealth had passed away! 
 
 What hearts — what brains were throbbing now 
 
 With worse than death drops on the brow — 
 
 Lo, Ruin plucked them from their place 
 
 In the vile gutter of disgrace! 
 
 None may escape from this fell blow — 
 
 The Beggar — Prince — the high, the low — 
 
 From Lady rich — to courtesan, 
 
 (Who in the night time hunted men) 
 
 But felt this blow — tomorrow's sun 
 
 Shone not for them as Babylon! 
 
 For if Impoverished the hand 
 
 That reaped the riches of the land 
 
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 Could wife, or bastard love enfold, 
 
 Themselves in garments worn of old. 
 
 That City gave to Fashion tone. 
 
 She, stately Queen of Fashion's throne. 
 
 Now quenched indeed the guiding light 
 
 That led to taste all exquisite! 
 
 The Courtesan may seek in vain 
 
 To find the fools to give her gain. 
 
 The want of bread kept fools away 
 
 "Who showered upon her yesterday 
 
 The richest, costliest things which made 
 
 Her laugh to know she was no maid! 
 
 Lo, to the men of cunning brain 
 
 A fatal blow — for now in vain 
 
 This new design — for who would buy 
 
 Like Her whose smoke rolled now on high? 
 
 They toil'd before in glad delight 
 
 For well they knew when she caught sight 
 
 Of beauty new — her open purse 
 
 Paid well for it — but now a curse 
 
 Was beauty rare — a worthless thing 
 
 Of nothing worth the fashioning! 
 
 Vain to recount — for surely all 
 
 Seemed crushed to earth at this fell fall — 
 
 And ne'er such earnest grief was won. 
 
 For anything — as Babylon! 
 
 Whence of a sudden came the thought? 
 A change in human Soul was wrought 
 Unto each Soul like tongue of fire — 
 Filling all souls with one desire — 
 Souls all crushed a moment before 
 Without seeming life on marble floor, 
 Now leaped up with a new born life 
 Shouting — ''Hurrah for the coming strife!" 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 Aye, 'twas a motley crowd indeed 
 Hunting for arms in their great need 
 An eager hurrying — rush of feet, 
 Helping desire the hands were fleet. 
 Grasping for arms the first they saw — 
 To grasp a neighbor's the common law. 
 And not an anvil in any land 
 But wildly rang to hammering hand J 
 Even women with men outvied 
 To dangle sword or knife by side. 
 Mingling with men in this one aim — 
 Jesting — cursing — without a shame! 
 Even bartering all their charms 
 To grasp in fingers warlike arms. 
 
 Ah, 'twas indeed a wild, weird band 
 
 Gathering strength from every land. 
 
 Wrinkled brows and whitened hair 
 
 Only the offering some brought there. 
 
 Tottering feet — in the palsied hand 
 
 Like aspen leaf was battling brand; 
 
 And ruddy boys who scarce could be 
 
 Out of the ring of infancy; 
 
 Maidens and girls of tender years 
 
 Fresh from the schoolroom's hopes and fears 
 
 Women all flushed with golden prime — 
 
 Matron and maid — from many a clime. 
 
 Aye, and the dying thrust away 
 
 The loving hands who longed to stay 
 
 To close the eyes that soon would be 
 
 Fixed in the chill of vacancy; 
 
 Aye, but the dying thrust aside — 
 
 Beckoned them off to the swelling tide — 
 
 Glad they could make such offering 
 
 Ere sinking spirit took its wing, 
 
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 Bringing to death blanched cheek blood tinge — 
 
 Hissing with rattle of Death: ''Revenger 
 
 Lo, 'sundering of every tie — 
 
 No longer dear to mother's eye 
 
 The new born child — but cast away 
 
 Careless if Death would grasp a prey. 
 
 So that the Mother's feet could stand 
 
 In dire revenge in Israel's land! 
 
 Europe as mad as a world could be 
 
 In a fiendish dance of Devilry! 
 
 To hear the fresh sweet voices say 
 
 Words that the vilest held at bay — 
 
 The lips scarce free from mother's breast 
 
 Full of a ribald song and jest — 
 
 Wild language — that may surely be 
 
 The Devil's Pearls of Blasphemy! 
 
 To hear those rosy lips repeat 
 
 The vilest language of the street. 
 
 Their every action showing well 
 
 The Teacher surely came from Hell! 
 
 Lo, women fair as well as men 
 
 Seemed friends incarnate in their sin. 
 
 All glorying in their awful shame 
 
 Till they were human but in name! 
 
 Lo, gathering still — like river vast 
 
 Struck by a Simoon's driving blast 
 
 Gathered fresh strength upon its way — 
 
 What mortal dare to say them nay! 
 
 Till burst at last — sin's crested sea 
 
 Blaspheming, fierce humanity — 
 
 Wild waters with a thunder roar — 
 
 A hurricane on Israel's shore! 
 
 And whose the hand that thus hath done 
 Dishonor foul to Babylon? 
 
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 Was it not Jewish hireling hand 
 That nerved the sword, and lit the brand, 
 And thus Pre-eminence hath won 
 Jerusalem o'er Babylon! 
 Have not their Temple — God — and Life — 
 Been all the cause of earthly strife? 
 All cursed this thrice accursed Race! 
 Come let us blot them from Earth's face 
 So that no searching eye will find 
 A trace or vestige of their kind! 
 Are they not boasting that their King — 
 A Jewish Christian — yet shall bring 
 Deliverance — and they shall be 
 The Princes of Humanity! 
 The Christians and the Jews combine 
 To make the Crucified Divine — 
 Have we not Spirits to our aid? 
 Then should we be of Him afraid? 
 Spirits as countless as the sands 
 Are waving on with flaming hands. 
 They Prophesy of Victory Grand 
 O'er all our foes in Israel's land! 
 Come let us crush the Jewish Race! 
 Dare this Messiah to his face! 
 Dare him from his imperial height 
 To come and wage us in this fight! 
 There let Humanity hold tryst 
 And tho' the Foeman the dead Christ 
 With all the attributes Priests weave 
 Around Him — that they may deceive — 
 With all Heaven's armies at his back — 
 Our feet in vengeance shall not slack! 
 We shall but meet with swifter pace 
 And greet this Godhead face to face! 
 Would we could dare Him on Earth's sod 
 Then we should see — who is The God! 
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 Onward that wild and angry sea — 
 
 Mouthing curses and Blasphemy! 
 
 Caring little their rushing feet 
 
 Soon would the Coming Foemen meet! 
 
 Armageddon the place of tryst — 
 
 The foe they hated— THE COMING CHRIST! 
 
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THE FATHERS. 
 
 Our higher Critics seem to be 
 A sort of chartered Company, 
 With the exclusive Right to rule 
 (He who denies this is a fool) 
 With an exclusive right to trade 
 (Of God or man they are not afraid) 
 In Books once Sacred and Divine 
 They shall alone the Truth define. 
 
 "With splash of Hebrew and of Greek 
 
 But, ah, Colossean in cheek! 
 
 And where the Scholar so absurd 
 
 To doubt of theirs a single word. 
 
 Their "Verifying Faculty" 
 
 The Guide for Common man must be. 
 
 "The letter Killeth!" So they say, 
 "So we must cast the husks away; 
 In Bible rubbish we will find 
 Some croppings of the Spirit's mind." 
 
 We must have charity in sooth 
 Tho' they despise what we call Truth, 
 For they with us in common hold 
 What most men know is Bible gold. 
 As all men Brothers — why should we 
 Refuse to them fraternity? 
 Because they see not with our eyes. 
 And the Blood Sacrifice despise. 
 Perchance is no good reason why 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 We should say to such men good-bye 
 We cannot in your church abide? 
 Tho' they have said that Ezra lied, 
 And shaped a Moses all their own. 
 Aye, what tho' they have overthrown 
 Each miracle God's servants wrought. 
 And even by insidious thought 
 Hinted that Christ e'en did not do 
 The works the Gospel said were true. 
 
 They've thrown upon God's Word such slurs 
 
 'Twould seem they were a lot of curs 
 
 Who stole some meat, and with sharp teeth 
 
 Rent it asunder with mad heat. 
 
 Till what is left is hard to tell 
 
 When rent and torn by hate from hell. 
 
 Now let us of their ravenings note — 
 Examine faults o'er which they gloat: — 
 
 Hear Palus in mad blasphemy 
 
 Claim Zacharias did not see 
 
 An angel — but the incense smoke 
 
 Seemed one — a paralytic stroke 
 
 Held his tongue mute. Elizabeth 
 
 A vile procuress, made a net 
 
 For Youth to take the Virgin in — 
 
 (So Christ the offspring of such sin!) 
 
 No angels to the shepherds came. 
 
 Some dancing Youths with torches flame 
 
 A merry making in the night 
 
 Seemed angels in their drowsy sight. 
 
 Bauer says, that it is quite absurd 
 That any one at Jordan heard 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTT-CHEIST. 
 
 Jehovah speaking to The Son, 
 That such a thing was never done, 
 And no descending Dove smote air — 
 Some lambent flame, or lightning there. 
 
 As to Temptation — Palus said, 
 
 'Twas hut a dream — when vision fled 
 
 Behold, a Caravan drew near 
 
 And gave the hungry Christ good cheer. 
 
 Sweet breezes fanned his cheek — so he 
 
 Dreamed of sweet Angel Company. 
 
 And Hase has a most pleasant way 
 Of telling, how at wedding day 
 The Christ with a rich pleasantry 
 A Present brought — when none did see. 
 In water Jars He hid the wine. 
 Which "Tipsy John" did not divine 
 And in his drunken spree did tell 
 That Jesus wrought a miracle. 
 
 Palus states, never lepers came 
 
 To Christ, that had within their frame 
 
 That deadly virus and were healed. 
 
 Venturini who first revealed — 
 The fact, that Christ a lotion gave 
 The Blind men — often sight did save 
 By putting finger in the eye 
 Removing scale and stigmati. 
 
 And Qahler was not loath to say, 
 The Dead did not The Christ obey 
 But in a swoon the little maid 
 Recovered by the teacher's aid; 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 Nain's Widow's Son but just the same — 
 Swoon torper only held his frame; 
 And Lazarus in lethargy, 
 Tho' seemingly as dead to see, 
 But when they rolled the stone away 
 And let the hot air have full sway 
 Awoke, and from his torper rose. 
 Around him still death winding clothes. 
 
 And Palus said. At Jacob's well 
 Some Passerby did Jesus tell 
 What kind of woman she who came 
 To draw of Water, thus her shame 
 Came to his knowledge. 
 
 Thus He knew 
 Nathaniel's character was true 
 From common heresay. 
 
 Christ's keen eye 
 The shoal of fishes did discry 
 So told them to let down the net — 
 Credulity and craft well met. 
 
 And Schleiermacher not afraid 
 
 To say, the Words The Lord Christ prayed 
 
 (To us the universal prayer 
 
 That Infant lips lisp everywhere) 
 
 Matthew's interpolation — and 
 
 Such prayer not given by Christ's command. 
 
 And Schulz, that Matthew did not write 
 His Gospel — not a page saw light 
 Until all the Apostles died. 
 
 And Palus, that Christ never said 
 To Nicodemus — (what we hold 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 As very pearls — the wide world's gold 
 
 Is dross indeed compared to them 
 
 Of all Truth — this the diadem — ) 
 
 How God so loved the World and gave 
 
 His only Son that World to save 
 
 And whosoever would believe 
 
 The Heart of God glad to receive; 
 
 '*The Words are John's,'' this Palus writes. 
 
 Olshausen fearlessly indites, 
 
 Christ cast no Devils out of men 
 
 And the Swine story but akin 
 
 To Balaam's ass. an accident 
 
 The Swine to swift destruction sent 
 
 As curious herdsmen went to meet 
 
 The Christ, ere trod the shore his feet. 
 
 And Bolton said, 'twas nothing more 
 Than on high ridge along the shore 
 Where Jesus walked,, not on the sea 
 In its wild impetuosity. 
 
 Ease blandly writes, that Peter's mouth 
 Was opened wide that he may shout 
 He had a fish to sell — from whence 
 When sold obtained the tribute pence. 
 
 And Weisse tells, five thousand fed 
 By making those who had the bread 
 Give freely to such as had none — 
 Free giving, miracle alone. 
 
 DeWitte, Bertholdt and Kuinol, say. 
 Deception marked the Glorious Day 
 Christ was Transfi'gured! While the Three 
 Apostles slumbered heavily, 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHKIST. 
 
 Two men connived in secret tryst 
 To hold communion with the Christ, 
 Their talk aroused the sleeping men 
 Who waking up, with drowsy ken, 
 Saw the men disappear in mist — 
 The spot where Christ stood being kist 
 By the first flash of dawning light 
 Seemed as a glory to their sight. 
 While the reflecting snow but made 
 The glistening White that Christ arrayed. 
 
 While Schmidt claims, Judas pure and good, 
 Ai^ honest man, misunderstood. 
 
 Bretschneider claims John unaware 
 Of the Last Supper, was not there. 
 
 And Kaiser says, a sudden thought 
 To Jesus came when on the cloth 
 The Jug of Wine, the Loaves of Bread, 
 Ne'er had it entered in his head 
 Till then, to make the bread and wine 
 Through all the ages as his sign. 
 
 Thies claims, that in Gethsemane 
 Christ took a chill, w^e must not see 
 Ought else in his blood agony. 
 
 Palus explains, Christ had a friend 
 
 In the Sanhedrim — so his end 
 
 He well may prophesy indeed 
 
 Before they dared to do the deed. 
 
 The servant's ear Christ did not heal 
 
 And when he touched it 'twas to feel 
 
 The extent of the Scar, and tell 
 
 What course of treatment would make well. 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 And Pilate never washed his hands 
 
 Nor called Christ just — and that the strands 
 
 Of temple veil not rent in twain. 
 
 Nor did the Jews their purpose gain; 
 
 For Bahrdt claims, Christ never died! 
 (So then the twelve Apostles lied) 
 On cross — by secret potion he 
 Sank senseless in his agony, 
 Seeming indeed to gazer's eye 
 On the uplifted cross to die — 
 As to the Earthquake, risen saints. 
 The such imagination paints. 
 
 And Schuster claims, it was the smell 
 Of unguents strong that broke the spell — 
 And fresh air of the cave, insooth 
 In Christ the vital power of youth 
 Gave him the strength again to rise, 
 And not an Angel from the skies. 
 
 And Palus claims for many years 
 Christ lived upon this vale of tears, 
 And that at last by fever pain 
 Kind death released his stricken brain. 
 
 And Steudel fearlessly, unawed. 
 Claims the ascension but a fraud — 
 Christ did his followers delude! 
 For as on rising height he stood. 
 He raised on tiptoe as to bless, 
 And still ascending none the less 
 He upward crept, while those below 
 Half blinded by their tears of woe 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHRIST. 
 
 Would fain the parting one have Kist; 
 
 Then suddenly a rising mist 
 
 Enveloped him — with sinking knees 
 
 He hid behind the Olive trees 
 
 That grew upon the mountain height. 
 
 And so he vanished from their sight. 
 
 Two secret colleagues now crept near. 
 
 To the Disciples did appear. 
 
 And to assuage their poignant pain 
 
 Told them Christ would come back again. 
 
 Now, what is left of Christ's sweet time? 
 These Croaking Frogs have left their slinr 
 On every Miracle and Thought 
 By which our Great Salvation Wrought. 
 
 And these The Fathers! this the crew 
 
 Whence later Hyper Critics drew 
 
 Their inspiration — virus vile 
 
 That they would hand us with a smile 
 
 For our acceptance, not so bold 
 
 In blasphemy as word of old. 
 
 But just as deadly to the soul 
 
 Who lifts to heart their deadly bowl; 
 
 Who will Satanic draught refuse 
 
 They sneer at. laugh at, and abuse. 
 
 What, call such Brothers? Nay, indeed, 
 
 Tho' it be called a bigot's deed. 
 
 For one I shall not bow the knee 
 
 In false, vile, bastard charity! 
 
 For he who wishes them Godspeed 
 
 Is a partaker in their deed — 
 
 For, Lo! these Lepers of the Race 
 
 Have spit upon The Lord Christ's face. 
 
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THE LARGER HOPE, 
 
 I am so sick of hearing Christian mind 
 
 Prating their shallow nonsense — God confin'd 
 
 In little circles — e'en Christ's death no more 
 
 Than merit to waft souls to Heavenly shore — 
 
 A hazy, mazy — spiritual place 
 
 Where one can never see a human face 
 
 Of flesh and bone — but something like a haze 
 
 Now quivering will-o'-wisp before the gaze — 
 
 Now vanishing a vapor to the sight — 
 
 An essence in a whirl of delight 
 
 Twanging a harp before a golden throne. 
 
 Or what may seem to be such — aye, insooth 
 
 If these same Christians have indeed the truth. 
 
 They lisp as Matter something very base. 
 As if it were indeed a vile disgrace 
 To be of flesh — they shudder and would be 
 *'Pure spirit free from flesh Impurity r 
 
 When THE CREATOE CHRIST — as 'twere a mesh 
 Took to HIS GODHEAD the encircling flesh 
 Married the Flesh to GOD — and thus shall be 
 The GOD MAN through the vast eternity! 
 
 What CHRIST thus blest these little minds despise 
 Hold flesh contemptible before their eyes; 
 Such Flesh Despisers must then surely be 
 More wise than are the blessed trinity/ 
 
 (Grown so etheral they the flesh despise. 
 It is unholy in their dainty eyes 
 
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THE CdTY OF THE ANTT-CHETST. 
 
 And only fit for the worms and the grave, 
 Christ died alone their little souls to save. 
 The bodies perish, crumble to decay, 
 Shall never know a Resurrection Day; 
 Christ was mistaken or misunderstood. 
 Tho' these same ones indeed love dainty food 
 Pamper the body with rich meat and wine. 
 As if indeed it were alone divine. 
 And give their spirit but a scanty fare 
 Of Bible reading, or of earnest prayer. 
 The Grossest Liver makes the loudest wail; 
 
 *'0h, hut to shed it — cast it off and be 
 A spirit all etheral and freer) 
 
 But where such heaven — 'twere surely hard to find 
 
 And only lurks in the Satanic mind; 
 
 The Word speaks not of Heaven in such sense — 
 
 A magic mirror, hung in grand suspense. 
 
 Where all are shadows moving to and fro 
 
 Like fiashing puppets of a monkey show. 
 
 Out on such Heaven — God's Heaven is very real 
 
 Hath a location — we shall see and feel. 
 
 Aye more substantial than all earthly things, 
 
 For when He comes, the Glorious King of Kings, 
 
 His glorious voice shall call us to the skies 
 
 Lo, then each Glorious Body shall arise 
 
 From out the Grave — Body and Soul shall be 
 
 United — Blest — and live Eternally. 
 
 But these same Dreamers, a choice Company, 
 They are the Church — and they alone shall be 
 The very nearest, closest to The Throne, 
 A little company — and they alone 
 Blessed above all others — just a few — 
 
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THE CITY OF THE AN^TI-CHKIST. 
 
 Of all the many millions that once drew 
 The breath of Life upon this groaning Earth, 
 (Some sorrowfully sad e'en from their birth) 
 And their God satisfied at such a thing! 
 
 What Satisfied! Christ the Eternal King, 
 Creator of all things seen and unseen, 
 Who rolls His million worlds in golden sheen 
 Of light and splendor flashing from His face. 
 Who yet with Artist's consummative grace 
 Wishes — a fly, a bird, a wayside flower — 
 A swinging world — with the same mystic power. 
 Who condescends to shape each grain of sand 
 With all an artist cunning of deft hand 
 Till each grain is perfection in each shape; 
 Who wishes — and a Continent and Cape 
 Runs to the outline He would have them be. 
 And flings the heaving rushings of the Sea 
 O'er heights and hollows, covering evermore 
 Sea caverns where wild waters rush and roar. 
 Or keep a silence like Eternal night — 
 Depths where ne'er quivered any flash of light; 
 The Sea, all populous with moving things 
 From pennywinkle — to the shark that springs 
 Like as a flash upon its helpless prey; 
 Where spouts the whales like children in glad play; 
 And Earth with beast — and bird, and midget flies- 
 Unseen unless glass aided human eyes — 
 Life! Life! Oh such a prodigal display 
 Of Life on any hour of summer day. 
 That one o'erwhelmed how conceiving mind 
 Could vary every atom — each kind 
 A delicate formation — such as none 
 Could shape — but He who sits upon Life's throne. 
 
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THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHBIST. 
 
 And such an One they bind in narrow space! 
 
 And such an One — dare circumscribe His Grace! 
 
 And say: So many Years and then the Human Race 
 
 Shall have its ending — General Judgment Day 
 
 Shall down on all — and God shall wipe away 
 
 The Human Race as one would summer flies; 
 
 Then the old world shall rock along the skies 
 
 A blazing world — That God once said was "Good," 
 
 Surely as Victor then Prince Satan stood, 
 
 Had he not marred Jehovah's Glorious plan 
 
 And brought to his allegiances Sinful Man, 
 
 So God was baffled every way He turned — 
 
 Most of the Human Race had mercy spurned. 
 
 So, as if tired, and weary of the thing, 
 Jehovah Christ, the Great Eternal King, 
 Took off His few — and in revengeful ire 
 Kicked the cursed World a blazing mass of fire 
 Through His Grand Universe, to show to all 
 The Devil was triumphant at man's fall 
 And so continued to the very day 
 The World to gas and vapor passed away — 
 Thus in the smoke and whirl of winding sheet 
 Proclaiming His Disaster and Defeat! 
 
 Lo, in our hearts the Grand and Ancient Hope, 
 We know that Christ's Death had a loftier scope, 
 That Earth, with man, shall feel Redemption won 
 As on the Cross hung the Eternal Son! 
 And there indeed was an atonement made 
 For things we dream not — not to be displayed 
 Until Eternal Ages shall have spread 
 Their grand magnificence upon our head. 
 We now as children, but the letters learn. 
 But in the coming ages shall discern — 
 
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THE OITY OF THE ANTI-CHEIST. 
 
 Purblind as now — then we shall surely set 
 The Grand Significance of Calvary! 
 
 We deem there is no ending to The Race 
 Till every star that glimmers now in space 
 Shall populous — be crowded with glad men 
 Without a fleck, or stain of any sin. 
 
 Where Satan conquered, he shall know defeat — 
 
 Full soon The Christ shall crush him 'neath His feet! 
 
 Shall speak a word — Lo! purified the Earth! 
 
 A house of plenty, of glad peace — gay mirth! 
 
 And then as earnest — to the entire Race 
 
 As pledge — what He can do with wondrous grace. 
 
 He shall make Israel's Nation free from Sin, 
 
 Eradicate all evil from v/ithin. 
 
 All pure and spotless — every eye shall see 
 
 What God shall do for all Humanity. 
 
 Then all God's Universe shall surely see 
 
 The Consummation of the Grand Decree 
 
 Now a dead letter on Jehovah's throne. 
 
 But then shall man the Glorious Blessing own. — 
 
 "JBe Fruitful — Multiply — Replenish Earth," 
 
 (With Beings holy from the hour of Birth) 
 
 "The Earth subdue and the Dominion hare 
 
 O'er fishes in the sea— o'er fowl in air 
 
 O'er everything that moveth on the Land 
 
 Lo, all are Thine to own and to Command" 
 
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CONFESSIONAL. 
 
 To whom. O Christ, if not to Thee 
 
 Can this poor sinner go. 
 All burdened with my sin, my shame. 
 
 My sorrow, and my woe? 
 To whom. O Christ, if not to Thee 
 
 V/ith all my secret sin. 
 Ah, none but Thee would open arms 
 
 To take this sinner in. 
 To whom. O Christ, if not to Thee, 
 
 No mortal ever born 
 Who had beheld my leperousy 
 
 But would have shrunk in scorn. 
 To whom. O Christ, if not to Thee 
 
 Can I my sins confess. 
 For surely Mortal love would shrink 
 
 From my soul's hideousness. 
 To whom. O Christ, if not to Thee, 
 
 I need not tell Thee all. 
 For lo. Thou seest every stain 
 
 As at Thy feet I fall. 
 To v/hom. O Christ, if not to Thee, 
 
 To whisper in Thine ear 
 The sense of sin, of wickedness 
 
 No earthly one may hear. 
 To v/hom. O Christ, if not to Thee 
 
 All other help would fail. 
 For I am but a paltry soul 
 
 When Satan's imps assail. 
 To whom. O Christ, if not to Thee, 
 
 Thou knowest well this heart, 
 
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THE OITY OF THE ANTI-CHKIST. 
 
 Thou knowest my besetting sin 
 
 Which holds with luring art. 
 To whom. O Christ, if not to Thee, 
 
 For men would scorn the weak. 
 The mean, the worthless thing I am, 
 
 Should I my failing speak. 
 To whom. O Christ, if not to Thke, 
 
 For while men deem I'm clean 
 
 Christ, Thou knowest that I am 
 As foul as can be seen. 
 
 To whom. O Christ, if not to Thee, 
 
 Ah me, it is most sweet 
 To know I can in secret go 
 
 And fall down at Thy feet; 
 Nor speak one word, nor make one moan. 
 
 Nor lips break into prayer, 
 But with bowed head to surely know 
 
 That Thou, O Christ, stands near. 
 
 1 have no need to tell Thee ought 
 'Tis all before Thine eye 
 
 Thou knowest — Knowest, O Sweet Christ, 
 
 How mean a thing am I. 
 Standing alone — there face to face 
 
 Silence more eloquent. 
 Than if in twice ten thousand years 
 
 My cries Thine ear had rent. 
 To whom. O Christ, if not to Thee 
 
 In all Thy Loveliness, 
 Behold the tears upon Thy feet 
 
 My rapturous soul now kiss. 
 To whom. O Christ, if not to Thee, 
 
 For me Thy Life was shed. 
 And, Lo, Thy Life of Righteousness, 
 
 Was poured upon my head. 
 To whom, O Christ, if not to Thee, 
 
THE CITY OF THE ANTI-CHKIST. 
 
 Thou art my Substitute — 
 
 Mine every sin was laid on Thee— 
 Now all accusers mute. 
 
 To whom. O Christ, if not to Thee, 
 The mediator Thou, 
 
 Thou hast put my hand into His, 
 His Kiss is on my hrow. 
 
 To whom, O Christ, if not to Thee, 
 My God, my Lord, my King, 
 
 Be Thou supreme in every thought- 
 Let me Thy praises Sing. 
 
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