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Article LANAH, A TALE OF THE FLOOD. ← Page 9 of 11 →
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Lanah, A Tale Of The Flood.
But , oh ! that world all lovely then , As at Creation ' s early day , Thought cared not how , the way or when , Its dream of guilt should pass away . The bride received her bridegroom ' s kiss ; The maidens cull'd the nuptual flowers ;
Life ' s rosy cup seem'd heap'd with bliss ; Pleasure employ'd the passing hours . The aged rich , still sought for gold , Base gain was all the miser ' s care ; He thought not once of growing old , His hope , his fear , his heaven was there .
Alas ! that such a guilty scene Of frailty , passion , hope and fear —• So unprepared should now have been The awful hour of judgment near . The Sun , that fatal morn arose , In cloudless splendour o ' er the sea ;
But ere he reached his final close Hail'd the great doom of destiny . Yet ere he left that eastern clime , Where Eden ' s earliest flowerets sprung , Where he first mark'd the march of time—In sorrow o ' er those scenes he hung .
Each vived ray , that drank the dew , A parting summons seem'd to tell , And ling ' ring , took a long adieu , As conscious of his sad farewell .
' All was silent when Japheth reached the dwelling of Lanah . Twice did he strike his staff against the door ; no voice replied to him , or bad"him enter : he raised the latch , and found his worst forebodings realised . Leah had taken the infection from her child , and had already passed away
from earth . Lanah , stronger in frame , had longer resisted the contagion ; but at last even his iron constitution y ielded to its inervating influence , and the fever was raging in his veins . He was kneeling between the bodies of his wife and son when Japheth entered .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Lanah, A Tale Of The Flood.
But , oh ! that world all lovely then , As at Creation ' s early day , Thought cared not how , the way or when , Its dream of guilt should pass away . The bride received her bridegroom ' s kiss ; The maidens cull'd the nuptual flowers ;
Life ' s rosy cup seem'd heap'd with bliss ; Pleasure employ'd the passing hours . The aged rich , still sought for gold , Base gain was all the miser ' s care ; He thought not once of growing old , His hope , his fear , his heaven was there .
Alas ! that such a guilty scene Of frailty , passion , hope and fear —• So unprepared should now have been The awful hour of judgment near . The Sun , that fatal morn arose , In cloudless splendour o ' er the sea ;
But ere he reached his final close Hail'd the great doom of destiny . Yet ere he left that eastern clime , Where Eden ' s earliest flowerets sprung , Where he first mark'd the march of time—In sorrow o ' er those scenes he hung .
Each vived ray , that drank the dew , A parting summons seem'd to tell , And ling ' ring , took a long adieu , As conscious of his sad farewell .
' All was silent when Japheth reached the dwelling of Lanah . Twice did he strike his staff against the door ; no voice replied to him , or bad"him enter : he raised the latch , and found his worst forebodings realised . Leah had taken the infection from her child , and had already passed away
from earth . Lanah , stronger in frame , had longer resisted the contagion ; but at last even his iron constitution y ielded to its inervating influence , and the fever was raging in his veins . He was kneeling between the bodies of his wife and son when Japheth entered .