The Crucifixion
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Title
The Crucifixion
Description
`Tis done! and the rocks of the mountains are parting,
And mortals affrighted shrink back in dismay:
The wild beasts that roam from their dens now are starting,
And men fly disheartened, alarm'd on their way.
They've slain their Preserver, their God and Creator.
The Son who descended from regions above;
And nail'd on the Cross, hangs the blest Mediator.
The head and the fountain of bliss and of love.
Could nought stay your phrenzy? ye vile and false hearted,
Must ye wreak your vengeance on all that was good;
The victim must die as compassion departed,
For vice in his fury hot burn'd for his blood.
Humanity weeps! but that GOD soon in splendor
Shall burst from the tomb, and arise in his might;
Ye decides tremble, for know that he'll render
You justice, when thron'd in his Kingdom of light.
And mortals affrighted shrink back in dismay:
The wild beasts that roam from their dens now are starting,
And men fly disheartened, alarm'd on their way.
They've slain their Preserver, their God and Creator.
The Son who descended from regions above;
And nail'd on the Cross, hangs the blest Mediator.
The head and the fountain of bliss and of love.
Could nought stay your phrenzy? ye vile and false hearted,
Must ye wreak your vengeance on all that was good;
The victim must die as compassion departed,
For vice in his fury hot burn'd for his blood.
Humanity weeps! but that GOD soon in splendor
Shall burst from the tomb, and arise in his might;
Ye decides tremble, for know that he'll render
You justice, when thron'd in his Kingdom of light.
Creator
Arion
Source
2:15, p. 119
Date
1828.07.04
Collection
Citation
Arion, “The Crucifixion,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 4, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/153.
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