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Poem
June 4, 1810
Portland Gazette, And Maine Advertiser
Portland, Cumberland County, Maine
What is this article about?
A religious hymn on the Resurrection, depicting the trumpet awakening the dead: saints rise joyfully without fear, while the wicked appear aghast, calling for rocks to fall, facing judgment and eternal gloom; saints join in heavenly praise forever.
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Original Poetry.
RESURRECTION.
HARK ! the trumpet's awful sound
Wakes the nations under ground;
See them rise, mounting high,
Far from reach of mortal eye.
The saints, asleep in acted dust,
Hear the joyful summons first;
These no frightful horrors feel
From the thunder's loudest peal.
Next, the wicked throng appear,
'Ghat with sudden, unknown fear.
Rocks and hills in vain they call,
On their wretched heads to fall ;
Let one piercing, angry look,
Glanc'd by Him, who nature shook,
When his precious blood was spilt,
Strike them through with tenfold guilt.
Who can tell their final doom,
Whelm'd in everlasting gloom;
Banish'd from the light of day,
Sunk in hopeless, deep dismay?
Angels shun the fearful sight;
Fiends plunge deeper into night;
Heavenly glories all are gone,
These, condemned souls bemoan,
Diff'rent far the state of those,
Who, in Christ with triumph rose.
They, with living saints appear,
Borne above, on wings of air ;
Join'd to some one holy train,
Love becomes their joyful strain,
Age, on age, rolls swift along,
Praise and love are still their song.
X.
April 20th.
RESURRECTION.
HARK ! the trumpet's awful sound
Wakes the nations under ground;
See them rise, mounting high,
Far from reach of mortal eye.
The saints, asleep in acted dust,
Hear the joyful summons first;
These no frightful horrors feel
From the thunder's loudest peal.
Next, the wicked throng appear,
'Ghat with sudden, unknown fear.
Rocks and hills in vain they call,
On their wretched heads to fall ;
Let one piercing, angry look,
Glanc'd by Him, who nature shook,
When his precious blood was spilt,
Strike them through with tenfold guilt.
Who can tell their final doom,
Whelm'd in everlasting gloom;
Banish'd from the light of day,
Sunk in hopeless, deep dismay?
Angels shun the fearful sight;
Fiends plunge deeper into night;
Heavenly glories all are gone,
These, condemned souls bemoan,
Diff'rent far the state of those,
Who, in Christ with triumph rose.
They, with living saints appear,
Borne above, on wings of air ;
Join'd to some one holy train,
Love becomes their joyful strain,
Age, on age, rolls swift along,
Praise and love are still their song.
X.
April 20th.
What sub-type of article is it?
Hymn
What themes does it cover?
Religious Faith
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Resurrection
Judgment Day
Saints Rising
Wicked Doom
Eternal Praise
Trumpet Sound
Christian Hymn
What entities or persons were involved?
X.
Poem Details
Title
Resurrection.
Author
X.
Form / Style
Rhymed Couplets
Key Lines
Hark ! The Trumpet's Awful Sound
Wakes The Nations Under Ground;
The Saints, Asleep In Acted Dust,
Hear The Joyful Summons First;
Next, The Wicked Throng Appear,
'Ghat With Sudden, Unknown Fear.
Who Can Tell Their Final Doom,
Whelm'd In Everlasting Gloom;
Praise And Love Are Still Their Song.