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60 A poor old man, like Paul, a prisoner, And thou, an officer of mighty Rome; Yet would I pray to God, that thou may'st be, Oh! not "almost," but "altogether," such As I am now, except these few gray hairs, Old age, and many sorrows; yet even here My soul hath been sustained by Him who said, Lo! I am with you alway, and I know He still is with me. I have heard his voice, And seen his look of glory and of love 70 Turned on me, in this solitude; and he-- He who did shudder with me at the voice Of thy bold blasphemy, here lately came With words of comfort, and these aged eyes Have seen the things that must hereafter be; Yet know, stern soldier, if my days were passed Lonely as hopeless, I would not exchange These few gray hairs for thy green laurel crown-- This solitude, for living Caesar's throne, Or Caesar's subject world! 80 The soldier turned Disdainful, and his crest shook in the wind; Then, lifting high his ensign of command, He bade the trumpet sound the second watch. John knelt, and prayed, Thy kingdom come, O Lord! Then he who stood beside him, spoke unmoved: Rome--Rome shall be no more! At dead of night, Hark! the barbarian trump; Jerusalem Shall be avenged; and those of distant days, Pondering the fate of empires, there shall come 90 To muse upon the fragments of her might, Her ancient glory passed as morning clouds, And tremble for the judgments of the Lord In all the world! Now to the cave retire, For other visions of the things to come, And other fearful shadows, must thou see. John sat, and held his hands upon his brow: The earth seems to retire, and all the sounds Of tumult and of woe at once to cease. 100 Then John was in the Spirit, and he saw Seven angels, and, beneath, a sea of glass Mingled with fire; and on the sea of glass Those who had gained, on earth, the victory 104 Over the beast, all standing on the sea Of glass, and in their hands the harps of God, And thus they sung, Oh! great and marvellous Art thou, Almighty God, and just and true Are all thy ways, thou King of saints! Amen. Now from the temple a loud voice was heard,
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