For the Lord is nigh at hand.
Alas! a day of darkness--
A day of clouds and gloom--
Approaches fast, when all shall be
As silent as the tomb!

As the morn upon the mountains,
There comes a mighty train,
The like of which hath never been.
And ne'er shall be again.
A burning fire before them,
And behind a raging flame--
Alas, that beauty so should be
Enwrapt in sin and shame!

The earth doth quake before them,
The sun withdraws its light;
The heavens and earth are shrouded
In darkest, deepest night.
Then weep, ye evil doers,
Let tears of anguish flow;
Your evil deeds have brought you
A load of endless woe!

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TAKING BOARDERS.

BY T.S. ARTHUR.