Angel Of Death 1839

The Crown

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    Ye children Adam's of earth forgotten
    Who unto earth shall again return
    You are my own, be it not forgotten
    I am the penalty sin did earn

    O man, time's guest
    With my grasp I reach thee
    From east to west
    And by voices teach thee
    With scripture's word in the master's name
    From air and water earth and flame
    You build and dwell
    Like the sparrows building
    In sunny summer
    Their fragile nest
    Securely feeling
    In shady shielding
    They sing so joyful in happy rest

    But sudden gust
    Of the tempest shatters
    The tiny crust
    Of their nest in tatters
    The merry song
    Heard so short before
    With grief is silenced forevermore

    Like pigeons
    Coming in anxious calling
    You sigh for morn
    With today not through
    When unbethought
    Like a trap door falling
    The earth unlocked itself for you
    You disappear
    Where no light is nearing
    Soon memory dear
    Is no more endearing
    And new lit moon
    From it's silvered sky
    Again sees others arrive and fly

    In circling dances so lightly swinging
    You follow wildly amusement's thread
    With myrtle blooming and music ringing
    But solemn I on the threshold tread

    The dance is shocked
    And the clang is wailing
    The wreath is wrecked
    And the bride is paling
    The end of splendor
    And joy and might
    Is only sorrow
    Tears and blight

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    I am the mighty
    Who has the power
    Till yet a mightier shall appear
    In deepest pit
    On the highest tower
    My chilling spirit is ever near

    Those plagues of night
    And of desolation
    Whose breath of blight
    May annul a nation
    They slay the victims
    Which I select
    Whom shield and armor
    Cannot protect

    I wrap the wing round
    The polar tempest
    And calm the waves
    Ere they reach the strand
    I crush the schemes
    On dynastic conquest
    And wrench the club
    From the tyrant's hand
    I erase chase
    Like the hour just passing
    And race on race
    With their works amassing
    Like heaving waves
    In my footsteps flow
    Till last no ripples
    Their murmur show

    'Gainst me in vain
    Are you wit and letters
    'Gainst me nor weapons
    Nor arts prevail
    I freedom give to the slave in letters
    His ruler's will I in irons nail

    I lead the battle
    And armies tumble
    Like slaughtered cattle
    While cannons rumble
    And never rise from their sudden fall
    Until alarmed by the judgment call

    I wave my hand and
    With whirlwinds sweeping
    All life on earth to that place doth fly
    Where not a sound to the ear is creeping
    Where not a tongue moves to make reply
    My foot meanders
    And kings and heroes
    And princes lofty in might and lust
    Are all transformed to a handful dust

    Then search with rigor
    Your mind's desire
    Then probe in terror
    Your soul's intent
    With hands and hearts
    Clean and pure aspire
    To him who knows what
    Within you meant

    Yet thither mortals
    Your way is wending
    Where on the portals
    Till time be ending
    There stands this sentence
    Without reprieve
    Here all shall enter
    And none shall leave

    Then wiped away
    Are all tears forever
    All wounds removed
    By the healing hand
    And midst corpses and heirs I never
    With torch inverted
    And quenched shall stand
    In darkness rife
    But the torch upturning
    By flames of life
    I restore its burning
    And the Seraphic
    With you unite
    In songs of praise
    At the throne of light

    Die

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