"And shall we leave, from age to age, To godless hands the holy tomb? Launch forth thy lightnings, and consume!" Swift, as he spoke, before his sight A form flash'd, white-robed, from above; All Heaven was in those looks of light, "Alas!" the solemn vision said, "Thy God is of the shield and spearTo bless the quick and raise the dead, The Saviour-God descended here! "Ah! know'st thou not the very name A symbol in itself to claim God's people to a house of peace? "Ask not the Father to reward The hearts that seek, through blood, the Son; O warrior! never by the sword The Saviour's Holy Land is won!” SIR EDWARD BULWER LYTTON. |