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Poem
September 20, 1822
The Rhode Island American, And General Advertiser
Providence, Providence County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
A prophetic poem envisioning a coming storm of global war, divine judgment, and vengeance against idolatry and ancient crimes, culminating in events in Palestine. Nations from Africa to China and the Turk will rise and fall amid famine, bloodshed, and the martyr's cry.
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FROM THE LONDON LITERARY GAZETTE.
THINGS TO COME.
There are murmurs on the deep.
There are thunders on the heaven
Though the ocean billows sleep,
Though no cloud the sign has given.
Earth that sudden storm shall feel
'Tis a storm of man and steel.
Tribes are in the forests now.
Idly hunting ounce and deer
Tribes are crouching in their snow
O'er their wild and wintry cheer,
Doom'd to swell that tempest's roar,
Where the torrent-rain is gore.
War of old has swept the world
Guilt has shaken strength and pride
But the thunders, feebly hurl'd,
Quiver'd o'er the spot and died
When the vengeance next shall fall,
Wo to each, and wo to all.
Man has shed man's blood for toys
Love and hatred, fame and gold
Now a mightier wrath destroys;
Earth in careless crime grows old
Past destruction shall be tame
To the rushing of that flame.
When the clouds of vengeance break,
Folly shall be on the wise,
Frenzy shall be on the weak,
Nation against nation rise.
And the worse than Pagan sword
In Religion's breast be gored.
Then the Martyr's solemn cry,
That a thousand years has rung.
Where their robes of crimson lie
Round "the Golden Altar" hung.
Shall be heard-and from the "throne"
The trumpet of the "Judgment" blown:
"Wo to Earth, the mighty wo,"
Yet shall Earth her conscience know,
Till above the brim shall flow
The draught of gall-the cup is full.
Yet a moment comes the ire-
Famine, bloodshed. flood and fire
First shall fall a Mighty One,
Ancient crime had crown'd his brow
Dark Ambition rais'd his throne-
Truth his victim and his foe.
Earth shall joy in all her veins
O'er the great Idolater.
Then shall rush abroad the blast
Sweeping Heathen Zone by Zones,
Africk's tribes the spear shall raise,
Shivering India's pagod throne:
China hear her Idol's knell
In the Russian's Cannon peal.
On the Turk shall fall the blow
From the Grecian's dagger'd hand
Blood like winter showers shall flow.
Till he treads the Syrian land !
Then shall final vengeance shine
And all be seal'd in Palestine.
FROM THE LONDON LITERARY GAZETTE.
THINGS TO COME.
There are murmurs on the deep.
There are thunders on the heaven
Though the ocean billows sleep,
Though no cloud the sign has given.
Earth that sudden storm shall feel
'Tis a storm of man and steel.
Tribes are in the forests now.
Idly hunting ounce and deer
Tribes are crouching in their snow
O'er their wild and wintry cheer,
Doom'd to swell that tempest's roar,
Where the torrent-rain is gore.
War of old has swept the world
Guilt has shaken strength and pride
But the thunders, feebly hurl'd,
Quiver'd o'er the spot and died
When the vengeance next shall fall,
Wo to each, and wo to all.
Man has shed man's blood for toys
Love and hatred, fame and gold
Now a mightier wrath destroys;
Earth in careless crime grows old
Past destruction shall be tame
To the rushing of that flame.
When the clouds of vengeance break,
Folly shall be on the wise,
Frenzy shall be on the weak,
Nation against nation rise.
And the worse than Pagan sword
In Religion's breast be gored.
Then the Martyr's solemn cry,
That a thousand years has rung.
Where their robes of crimson lie
Round "the Golden Altar" hung.
Shall be heard-and from the "throne"
The trumpet of the "Judgment" blown:
"Wo to Earth, the mighty wo,"
Yet shall Earth her conscience know,
Till above the brim shall flow
The draught of gall-the cup is full.
Yet a moment comes the ire-
Famine, bloodshed. flood and fire
First shall fall a Mighty One,
Ancient crime had crown'd his brow
Dark Ambition rais'd his throne-
Truth his victim and his foe.
Earth shall joy in all her veins
O'er the great Idolater.
Then shall rush abroad the blast
Sweeping Heathen Zone by Zones,
Africk's tribes the spear shall raise,
Shivering India's pagod throne:
China hear her Idol's knell
In the Russian's Cannon peal.
On the Turk shall fall the blow
From the Grecian's dagger'd hand
Blood like winter showers shall flow.
Till he treads the Syrian land !
Then shall final vengeance shine
And all be seal'd in Palestine.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
War Military
Religious Faith
Political
What keywords are associated?
Apocalyptic Prophecy
Divine Vengeance
Future Wars
Nations Rising
Idolatry Downfall
Judgment Day
Palestine Vengeance
Poem Details
Title
Things To Come
Subject
Prophecy Of Apocalyptic Wars And Divine Judgment
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas In Iambic Meter
Key Lines
There Are Murmurs On The Deep.
There Are Thunders On The Heaven
Though The Ocean Billows Sleep,
Though No Cloud The Sign Has Given.
Wo To Earth, The Mighty Wo,
Yet Shall Earth Her Conscience Know,