Destruction of Gog's Army.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume X, Issue 3297, 31 August 1889, Page 2

Destruction of Gog's Army.

Ezeliiel XXXYIII ami XXXIX, Bead out the poet's warning Of wonders yet to be, . The haughty Russians' scorning Of human liberty; Great Magog's bloodhounds yelling Prom every Northern dwelling Which every steppe is swelling And spreading like a sen, " Grim Tubal Bonds her raiders To spring at Gog's command, And Moscow's fierco invaders Are countless as tlio sands; With knees keen as needles Unnumbered flags and eagles, Tlio ruthless Tartar beagles Approach fair Kiddah's land 1 " You'll come in varied armour, With cannons,swords and spears, 'io rob the peaceful farmer And sow your crop of tours; Destroy the unwilled village For plunder, blood, and pillage, And waste the fruits of tillage For many coming years, " Your broods of savage Tartars For ruthless notions pine, Siberia holds your martyrs In many a fulsome mine; "But come "tlio Lord is calling, '• Bring all your powars appalling To waste the vengeance falling On all your cursed line, "On Judah's mountain heather My people shall be found, I gathered them together From all tho nations round ; Against them bring your forces, Your' Cossacks, spears, and horses, There's room for all your corsos On Israel's holy ground, •' Como with your mighty clangour For bloodshed, crime and spoil, I'll smite you in my anger, I'll stop your bloody toil 1 Tho whelps of the ocean lion Your hateful strength defying Shall come with succour flying To fight for Canaan's soil. " Canadian hosts and cannon ■ Shall seek you on the plain, And young Australia's pennon Shall float without a stain; &nd peaceful Tarsisli traders Hhall wait for your invadors To smite your ruthless raiders Or loavo their hosts of slain, " But all tho earth shall wonder When I your ranks assail, To smite you with my thunder Destroy you with my hail; My looks your horses fright'niiig, My hate of you n bright'ning, . To smite you down with lightning With fires that nover fail. " My people shall lwve pleasuro WIIO3O hopes on me are cast, Have fullness without measure . For all their wanderings past; Tho awful sin's forgiven Which darkened earth aud lienvon. And dews of moon and even Fall on thorn to tlio last, "For Magog's ruthless allies I'll banish to their din. Her steppes, and lakes, and valloys I'll give to nobler men; I sought my children's traces Through strange outlandish places, To bring thorn from all races Back to their homos again. " I'll cull my scattered nation And shield them from their foes Her sandy desolation Shall blossom as a rose; Her wastes with vine trees springing, With dancing waters flinging Sweet strains through valleys ringing With joys devoid of woes M. Williams, Ekotahuna.