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 PANDEMONIUM, 
 
 RECORDS OP THE HER! 
 
 AT WHICH 
 
 KING ALCOHOL OBTAINED DOMINION 
 
 OVER THE WORLD FROM HIS SATANIC MAJESTY. 
 
 REV. A. K. CRAWFORD, A. M, 
 
 Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1874, in the office of the Librarian of Goagrets, 
 at Washington. 
 
 HEALDSBURG, GAL.: 
 
 PRINTED AT THE OFFICE OF THE RUSSIAN RIVBR FLAG. 
 1874.
 
 DEDICATION, 
 
 This Poem is affectionately dedicated to the temperance workers 
 * in Sonoma county, California, whose kind appreciation has brought it 
 >T before the public by these resolutions unanimously adopted at a Di-s- 
 < trict Convention of the I. O. G. T. : C 
 
 Resolved, That in the opinion of this Ludge the poeni Avhich our 
 
 J District Deputy has delivered during this campaign, entitled, "Pande- 
 
 * monium," is calculated to do good * * * * * * ; 
 
 1: we therefore request Brother Crawford to have this poeui published in 
 
 pamphlet form 
 
 Resolved, That the expense of publishing one thousand copies be 
 included in the current expenses of the Lodge.
 
 EXPLANATORY. 
 
 The reader may remember that the germ of this poem appeared 
 in a prase article in the religious and temperance papers eight years 
 ago. For this and every other borrowed thought the writer is grate- 
 ful. A friend of the muses, oti hearing this poem, said, "It contains 
 the original ideife of seven different poets." But all modern poets 
 might say, with Campbell, when asked to write something original in 
 a lady's album: 
 
 ** Ail original something, lair tuai<l f you would win me 
 
 To write but how shall I begin? 
 For I fear I have nothing original in me 
 Excepting original sin."
 
 PANDEMONIUM. 
 
 Dark is the night and gloomy clouds 
 
 Hang o'er the poet's way ; 
 The thunders bellow long and loud ; 
 
 Wildly the lightnings play ; 
 
 The winds howl in the dark ravine 
 Through which his journey lies, 
 
 And naught on either hand is seen, 
 Save as the frowning skies 
 
 Flash forth their fury on his path 
 
 To dazzle and to blind. 
 Yet smiles he at their sullen wrath; 
 
 It suits his fervid mind. 
 
 Yes, smiles and quotes another bard: " Oh night, 
 
 And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, 
 Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light 
 
 Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, 
 From peak to peak, the rattling crags among 
 
 Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, 
 But every mountain now bath found a tongue, 
 
 And Jura answers, through her misty shroud. 
 Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! 
 
 And this is in the night : most glorious night ! 
 
 Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be 
 A sharer in thy fieice and far delight, 
 
 A portion of the tempest and of thee ! 
 How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, 
 
 And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! 
 And now again 'tis black, and now, the glee 
 
 Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, 
 As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth. 
 
 In this excited mood our poet gives 
 
 His hand to Fancy, and her guidance asks. 
 
 She leads him down to where that spirit lives, 
 Who keeps the. demons at their desperate tasks.
 
 He enters ; but the " Prince and Power of air" 
 
 Shows not his dignity of Milton's times: 
 He does not even give his guest a chair, 
 
 But storms and swears about his temperance rhymes. 
 
 " Hold," said the bard, " what ails your majesty? 
 
 I never knew before that Satan drank ; 
 Yet none but drunkards get enraged at me, 
 
 Because ray temperance verses are so frank." 
 
 In serpent hiss, these words the fiend breathed out : 
 " Ye. puny earth-born creatures of the globe, 
 
 Ye may believe the story, or may doubt, 
 About your baby parents' fig-leaf robe ; 
 
 " Yet thirvk not now my valiant hosts to rout, 
 
 All clad in adamantine garb and armed 
 With hell's best weapons. By your songs and shouts 
 
 Think ye that my immortal veterans can be harmed ? 
 
 " Your preachers boast of prophecy fulfilled, 
 And tell the people I will soon be chained. 
 
 Apocalyptic nonsense, this, distilled ! 
 
 I'll have these reverend babblers starved or brained. 
 
 " I'm mad to-day; because my hosts well drilled 
 
 And well equipped, for several years, have only gained 
 
 A little ground where preachers smoked and swilled, 
 And now this source of revenue is drained." 
 
 As thus he spake, a herald at the door 
 
 Proclaimed, a delegation had returned, 
 Which Sitan had sent out some time before ; 
 
 So, with his cloven foot, the florr he spurned 
 
 And left the room. The poet stood alone 
 
 And on a desk before his eyes there lay 
 The records of th' infernal pit. In stone 
 
 Those records were engraven, and deciy 
 
 Had not defaced the adamantine page. 
 
 The page before him was of ancient date ; 
 And now, that Satan had gone off in rage, 
 
 Our poet took th' infernal chair of state, 
 
 That stands behind that desk from age to age, 
 
 And thus to himself in soliloquy said, 
 
 "Why, what in the world made the Devil so mad '( 
 
 Ah ! here is the book he was reading, I think 
 
 (If a book can be made without paper or ink) ; 
 
 Doubtless here we shall find what has made him terrific, 
 
 If I can decipher his hieroglyphics." 
 
 So saying, our poet looked down on the volume,
 
 All nicely engraven in good Latin verses ; 
 And here is its substance, correctly translated, 
 Except that we leave out the Devil's black curses : 
 
 Once on a time, far back in ancient days, 
 
 Old Satan, " prince of earth and power of air," 
 
 Convened in council Pandemonium. 
 
 High on his throne of fire sat Lucifer, 
 
 And on his awful, kingly brow there gleamed 
 
 A burning diadem that glowed and flashed 
 
 Like vivid lightning in the smoky air. 
 
 The fallen spirits, rank on rank, of powers 
 
 And principalities, by myriads thronged the hall. 
 
 All forms of evil, grim and horrible, 
 Around him gathered like the satellites 
 Around a burning star. They silent sat 
 In that illimitable hall whose light 
 Consisted of a blue and sulphurous flaino, 
 While lurid smoke hung like a canopy 
 Of grand, infernal glory o'er the scene. 
 
 Then Satan rose, in majesty sublime, 
 
 As one ordained to rule by right of rank, 
 
 And thus addressed the gathered multitude: 
 
 " O Princes, Potentates, and Powers of hell ' 
 
 Who do my bidding, and who serve me best 
 
 When most ye thwart th' Almighty One's design.-*, 
 
 Give audience ! Ye know that we have tried 
 
 Our subtlest wiles upon that mortal race, 
 
 Since by our cunning we at first deceived 
 
 Their mother; yet, they are so hedged about 
 
 By holy influence and angels sent 
 
 From heaven, that scarcely can we now destroy 
 
 A single soul. Alas, I cannot glut 
 
 My vengeance on them as I would to spite 
 
 Heaven's Monarch ! Noble Chiefs, I have con vent <1 
 
 Yoa here to get your wisdom's counsel, how 
 
 We may best ruin men, while on the earth, 
 
 And afterward bring them to this our pit. 
 
 Now, speak ye each his mind! and him who shall 
 
 Give wisest counsel and the strongest means 
 
 Devise to bring about our royal purpose, I 
 
 Will give dominion over earth and its 
 
 Inhabitants, and he shall have a seat 
 
 At my right hand forevermore." 
 
 Thus spake the fiend ; and hell, from center to 
 
 Circumference, resounded with applause. 
 
 Then up rose Moloch, horrid king, besmeared
 
 With blood of human sacrifice, and said: 
 
 "O, Chief of many thrones and many powers '. 
 
 Who led the embattled seraphim to war! 
 
 I claim the offered prize! You know I am 
 
 Of cruelty the great inspirer ! who 
 
 Made hard the heart of Cain and all 
 
 The murderers since the world began! 
 
 O Chief! give me dominion over earth, 
 
 And I will make it one Aceldama ! 
 
 I'll sharpen the assassin's knife! I'll bring 
 
 The rack, the wheel, and persecution's tools 
 
 Of every name, and nameless engines dire! 
 
 I'll make men pirates and the thieves of men, 
 
 Till millions rot in dungeons and in chains ! 
 
 I'll cause wild war on earth, and mid the smoke 
 
 Of burning pities men shall fight, and rend 
 
 Each other like wild beasts, till earth shall reek 
 
 With midnight massacre ! Then shall they come, 
 
 O Master, shrieking from red battle fields, 
 
 To people thy dark realms !" 
 
 Scarce mid applause had Moloch reached his seat, 
 When Belial rose, " in form most graceful, and 
 Quite eloquent to make the worse appear 
 The better reason, and perplex and dash 
 Maturest counsels;" yet he pleased the ear, 
 And thus be spake : 
 
 " Of Discord I 
 
 The spirit am ; nor war nor cruelty 
 Can blast the earth till I have sowed the seeds 
 Of enmity. Be mine the task to rule 
 The world. I'll point the tongue of Slander like 
 The serpent's tooth, and set all hearts on fire 
 Of hell. The nation's counsels I will guide, 
 And cause false wituessings and frauds and bribes, 
 Till good men in despair deny their God, 
 And die blaspheming, to come down and dwell 
 Forever with the damned !" 
 
 Then Mammon, " meanest, least erect of all 
 The fallen spirits," rose, and said: 
 
 " Hear me, 
 
 O Satan ! for thou knowest well my power 
 On human souls. Give me dominion on 
 The earth. Let God and Mammon meet in open field, 
 And men will try iu vain to serve us both. 
 I'll make men lunatics and fools; and they 
 Shall run through polar snows and torrid heats, 
 At risk of life and happiness, to dig
 
 In holes and corners of the earth among 
 
 Wild beasts and men more savage, to obtain 
 
 A little yellow dust ; aye, at the risk 
 
 Of endless life and all the starry crowns 
 
 Heaven offers them ; while famine, pestilence 
 
 And fever come, and sweep them off like chaff ; 
 
 And, ere each livid corpse is cold, his old 
 
 Companions gather, vulture like, and fight 
 
 And gash each other for the gold he leaves! 
 
 And in their turn, fall with their ill-got wealth, 
 
 And give their bodies to the ravenous wolf, 
 
 Their souls to hell! Assassins, robbers all 
 
 The monsters earth has known shall be my slaves ! 
 
 The charming maiden in her beauty and 
 
 Her pride, with all her store of holy love, 
 
 Shall break her plighted vows, and leave the young 
 
 And noble man who loved her most, to die 
 
 Heartbroken, while, though sickened with disgust, 
 
 She weds the gray-haired wretch who has the bags 
 
 Of gold ! to whom men bow with reverence, 
 
 And call him rich, and great, and wise, and good ; 
 
 Though every piece of gold he owns was bought 
 
 With human blood, or wrung from hands of want 
 
 By greed and cruelty ! N.iy, he who owns 
 
 Much wealth shall rise at midnight hour 
 
 Steal from his bed on tiptoe cautiously 
 
 Inspect his house for fear of robbery, 
 
 Then open up his iron chest, and count 
 
 Each glittering coin, and hug it to his heart 
 
 And worship it; then go away and grind 
 
 The faces of tha poor, the widow and 
 
 The fatherless ; nor heed his conscience or 
 
 His God ! and in his dying agony 
 
 Clutch up the shining yellow pieces in 
 
 His skinny hands, and come with all 
 
 My votaries, to make his bed in hell !" 
 
 As Mammon paused the D^vil grinned 
 A horrible and ghastly smile on him. 
 Then rose Bjelzebub, destroyer fell, 
 And thus he spake : 
 
 " Arch ruler of the damned, 
 
 Hear me ! Minkind have called me god of flies, 
 And I would like to let them feel the pain 
 The mortal pain of my musquito bites. 
 You know, the earthquake, famine, avalanche, 
 Yolcano, pestilence and plague are mine. 
 Give me the world ! I'll pour down lava from 
 The mountain tops, burn up the fruits of earth
 
 in 
 
 And overwhelm the cities, with their wealth 
 
 And people, in the twinkling of an eye ; 
 
 And from the lofty glacier's summit hurl 
 
 The avalanche on slumbering villages. 
 
 I'll dry up all the springs; send hail and blight 
 
 And mildew on the fields. The earthquake then 
 
 Shall smack his horrid mumbling lips, 
 
 And swallow up the weeping country, and 
 
 The plague shall finish what the famine and 
 
 The earthquake leave ; and men shall fall in streets. 
 
 And houses shall be full of dying men 
 
 And dead, when none are left to bury them. 
 
 Then dogs shall howl through vacant streets, without 
 
 A master, in old palaces the owls 
 
 And ravens build their nests, and ships rot in 
 
 The docks ; and all the sons of men destroyed 
 
 By me, unwarned, will I send down to thee, 
 
 As tribute, Chieftain. Let me rule the world !" 
 
 Loud rang the plaudits as this tieud sac down, 
 And all the rest obsequiously gave place, 
 Not doubting that Beelzebub would be 
 Appointed ruler of the earth. 
 
 The noise was hushed, and all in silence waited their 
 Great master's word ; when suddenly, behind 
 A beetling cliff far on the burning lake, 
 Arose a blue and lambent flame which, while 
 They gazed, look shape a horrid shape! and came 
 And stood before the gathered fiends. 'Twas clad 
 In vesture wet with blood ; the gore hung from 
 His h*Avy beard and matted locks, and fierce 
 The fires of hell shot from his burning eyes. 
 Ev'n Satan started, pale with fear, and hell 
 Shrank back with horror. 
 
 "Ha! ye fear 
 
 lie !" hissed the horrid monster ; " yet ye know 
 Me not, ye Powers of Darkness, for I am 
 An earth-born spirit, and have long been hid; 
 Bat now I come to yield allegiance to 
 His majesty, and claim the offered prize. 
 Ho, fear not, Lucifer ! but let me rule 
 And ruin yon fair mortal flesh ; for none 
 In ftirthy dark domain hath power like mine. 
 Old Moloch, Belial, Mammon and 
 Beelzebub have promised much ; bat they 
 Scarce know the alphabet of wickedness. 
 O, let them be my minions. I will show 
 Them their own power and mine. My shapes 
 And names are legion. I can change them as
 
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 I will ; and, walking in disguise, to me 
 
 All doors are open. Where prevail disputes 
 
 And anarchy, there I will be ; and I 
 
 Will come with cruelty and from the hearts 
 
 Of men burn out all mercy, till they are 
 
 Incarnate fiends. Beneath the gallows, while 
 
 The dying rattle's in the criui'nal's throat 
 
 I'll drive to theft and murder. I will cause 
 
 Assassination a'nd the midnight fire. 
 
 I'll plunge my victims into wretchedness, 
 
 And cast them forth to want and wintry winds ; 
 
 And babes shall perish in their mother's arms 
 
 With tears froze into ice-drops on their cheeks. 
 
 I'll point the dagger of the husband at 
 
 His wife, and her warm blood shall stain 
 
 The cradle of their babe. The son shall draw 
 
 His knife across his father's throat, and his 
 
 Gray hairs shall drip with gore ! And vengeance, war 
 
 And jealousy I'll rouse ; and then the base 
 
 Incendiary's torch shall be for me 
 
 My banner, and the crackling flames 
 
 Of burning villages, and shrieks 
 
 Of murdered innocence, the music of 
 
 My march, while I prepare for Pestilence, 
 
 And open cities to his ravages. 
 
 I'll send disease and famine 'to the lands 
 
 Of health and plauty. I will coil myself 
 
 In all the fruits and seeds of earth - -aye, in 
 
 The grain-sheaf and the clustering grape. 
 
 They'll crush the grape and grind the grain, and press 
 
 Them through the fiery still, and fancy that 
 
 They triumph over me ; yet, from the bubbles of 
 
 The mocking wine cup, I will laugh them all to scorn. 
 
 They shall have woes, and wounds, and blood-shot eyes.: 
 
 Yet, in their agony, they'll fly to their 
 
 Destroyer for relief. I'll soothe them with 
 
 A balm that changes into bitter, burning gall. 
 
 Jehovah may send from his bosom spirits jpure 
 
 As light, with angel features to awake 
 
 A mother's love and swell a father's heart 
 
 With hope, and be an inspiration to 
 
 The painter's or the sculptor's cunning hand; 
 
 Yet in those spirits I will kindle such 
 
 A fire as shall consume their innocence, 
 
 And crush the mother's loving heart, and blast 
 
 The father's cherished hopes, and change those bright, 
 
 Angelic smiles to such a horrid, fiendish look 
 
 As will proclaim to all their wretchedness.
 
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 And long the cherubim shall wait in v*in 
 
 For their returning to the pearly gates. 
 
 The student at his books, mechanic at 
 
 His torls, and farmer at his plow, will I 
 
 Debauch. I'll craze the brains of captains of 
 
 The sea, and ships and man shall ba destroyed. 
 
 Bright genius, talent, learning, wisdom, power, 
 
 And piety, I'll trample in the dust * 
 
 No class of men shall be secure from me. 
 
 The consecrated clergy, whose young hearts 
 
 Were wholly dedicated to the work 
 
 Of God, shall break their sacred vows, 
 
 Defile their garments and become my slaves. 
 
 The souls of princes, presidents and kings 
 
 Shall yield to my infernal torture, and, 
 
 While every nerve shrieks out in agony, 
 
 I'll open to their startled gaze the pit 
 
 Where they shall wail and gnash their teeth forevormore. 
 
 Nor is this all ; I know that you will laugh 
 A fiendish laugh of unbelief ; but I 
 Will manage so, that men shall think I am 
 Their friend, and be most merry at the sight 
 Of their* worst foe. And they will smile on me 
 At wedding feasts, and funeral parties take 
 Me as a solace for their grief ; and in 
 Their bondage shout that they are free ! and danca 
 Like maniacs to the music of their chains ! 
 Yea, while I bind their brows with iron crowns 
 Of suffering, yet shall they worship me, 
 And for my sake give houses, lands, and gold, 
 And wife and children, and the hope of heaven. 
 Aye, while I torture and destroy the race 
 Of Adam, men shall call me good, and say 
 I am ' a creature of the Lord;' and kings 
 And governments, declaring my 
 Existence is a 'puUic good, 1 pass laws 
 Protecting me and mine, while we walk through 
 The earth to gather hell's full harvest home. 
 Or, if perchance the pious zealots may 
 Secure enactments aiming to prevent 
 My work, the cry of ' persecution and 
 Restriction of the liberties of men !' 
 Will always blind the masses, and create 
 A sympathy for my most faithful friends 
 Who deal damnation to deluded dupes. 
 We'll take religion as a garb ; we'll make 
 The church of God our fort, and poison those 
 Who take, in faith, the sacramental cup ;
 
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 And men shall deem it sacrilege to touch 
 Us in our work of murder. 
 
 Make me thy 
 
 Vicegerent on the earth, and blood and tears 
 Shall flow like water ; graves shall mark where I 
 Have gone in my triumphal journey, and 
 Hell's every wave break on a living shore 
 Heaped with the damned like pebbles on the beach." 
 
 He ceased, and one unearthly yell arose, 
 
 Mid stamping feet and clang 
 
 Of adamantine shields, applauding long and loud. 
 
 Then, Safan from his throne came down, and led 
 
 The specter to a seat at his right hand, 
 
 And him addressed : " O dreadful being ! if 
 
 Thou canst indeed do all these things, 
 
 Thou shalt be my vicegerent on the earth ! 
 
 Go forth and cram hell with the souls of men 
 
 But first, pray tell, what is thy name?" 
 
 The fiend replied, " My name is ALCOHOL !" 
 
 And with that word he spread his broad bat wings, 
 
 And hell grew light as he went forth. 
 
 Ah, how 
 He has fulfilled his dark, infernal task ! 
 
 What a terrible reign has King Alcohol held ! 
 
 How the hosts of the lost with his minions have swelled 
 
 For a thousand years hath his fiery breath 
 
 Been smiting the earth with crime and death, 
 
 And furnishing men as the daintiest food 
 
 To the horrible flesh-worms' slimy brood. 
 
 But another thousand years has come, 
 And I hear the sound of the temperance drum 
 Which is calling us out to a glorious war, 
 And the people are rallying near and far ; 
 
 And the old monarch, Alcohol, must go down, 
 Although he and his worshipers rage and frown. 
 The millenial day of a thousand 3 r ears, 
 Is dawning now on our night of tears. 
 
 And the visions that glow on the prophet's page, 
 Which have gladdened the church from age to age, 
 And the things the apostle on Patmos saw, 
 Are about to take place. From that holy law 
 
 In which they are found, not a tittle can fail, 
 Though in their fulfillment rum-sellers must quail, 
 And men who are drinking wine, brandy and ale, 
 The red-faced and bloated, the haggard and pale, 
 
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 Must give up their bad habits, th:t earth ruay be filled 
 With the knowledge of Christ ; and the young must be drilled 
 Into habits of temperance, faith, hope and love, 
 80 that they may be fitted for mansions above. 
 
 The bright morning has dawned let us sing this glad ;iig ; 
 With her walls of salvation, our city is strong, 
 And her gates are flung wide to the children of Godf 
 While the haters of righteousness yield to His rod. 
 
 " On the bells of the horses," in letters of light, 
 
 Shall be " HOLINESS UNTO THE LORD," and the right 
 
 Shall in glory and triumph .march over the world, 
 
 While the foes of the Lord from their thrones shall be hurled ; 
 
 For, " I saw thrones and them that sat thereon, 
 
 And judgment unto them was given." 
 Thank God I " The saints shall judge the world." March on ! 
 
 This is the voice of Heaven. 
 
 Then, on to battle and to victory I 
 
 And dream not of retreat ; 
 Our weapons are not carnal, and the free, 
 
 In panoply complete, 
 Shall conquer, though our wily foe may be 
 
 Bold, fierce, and strong, and fleet ; 
 For right gives might, as God is king, and He 
 
 Has never known defeat. 
 
 Behold around us valiant hosts arrayed, 
 
 All steadfast as a rock I 
 And drunken presidents and kings must fade 
 
 Before their ballot shock. 
 No longer through dark seas of blood shall wadu 
 
 Such men, our woes to mock. 
 The fall of Tyranny can not be long delayed. 
 
 His iron turrets rock. 
 
 The fury of our law-defying hordes, 
 
 Shall soon give place to fears, 
 And they who truckle to them have rewards 
 
 In blood, and groans, and tears ; 
 Then into plowshares men shall beat their swords, 
 
 To pruning hooks their spears. 
 
 Fair as the moon, clear as the sun at noon, 
 
 And terrible to view, 
 As armies with their banners all unfurled, 
 
 To conquer and subdue, 
 We march at Christ's command, who coiues 
 
 The world and all things to renew.
 
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 The seventh angel's joyful trumpet sounds; 
 
 Glad voices ring through heaven ; 
 The kingdoreis of the earth the world around 
 
 To Christ the Lord are given. 
 On his white horse the King of glory rides ; 
 
 His sword is on his thigh, 
 And heaven's bright armies follow at his sides 
 
 Our triumph's drawing nigh. 
 
 Old Babylon, the great, the gay, the fine, 
 
 That made all nations drunk 
 With her adulterated cup of wine, 
 
 Is fallen, fallen, sunk] 
 God's wrath is now the press in which her vine 
 
 Shall have her clusters crushed, 
 And blood to horses' bridles flow where wine 
 
 Before in torrents gushed. 
 
 The mighty angels whose bright sickles shone, 
 
 Proclaim earth's vintage ripe. 
 O'er all this vale of tears, the old dry bones 
 
 Are showing signs of life ; 
 The trump of God His children cheers; its tones 
 
 Urge on the glorious strife. 
 
 This is the first glad resurrection day, 
 
 The martyrs* rise and reign, 
 And Satan shall be bound without delay 
 
 I see his heavy chain 
 His grand vicegerent, Alcohol, gives way ; 
 
 His fury is in vain. 
 
 The dying monster struggles yet. But O \ 
 
 The Lion of the tribe 
 Of Judah has the power to lay him low. 
 
 He will not take a bribe, 
 But on from conquering to conquer go, 
 
 Through scoff, and taunt, and gibe. 
 
 The great red dragon's flood of liquid flame 
 
 Is ebbing every hour, 
 While all the hosts in heaven and earth proclaim, 
 
 Salvation, glory, power, 
 To him who sits upon the throne, whose name 
 
 We rev'rently adore! 
 
 Then hallelujah ! for our God, the Lord 
 
 Omnipotent doth reign ! 
 All Jiattdujah! his right arm and sword 
 
 Our victory shall gain ! 
 Yes, HALLELUJAH! ! Shout that joyous word 
 
 Forevermore ! Amen J 
 
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