Thomas Chatterton (Томас Чаттертон)

On the Last Epiphany (Or Christ Coming to Judgment)

Behold! just coming from above,
The judge, with majesty and love!
The sky divides, and rolls away,
T'admit him through the realms of day!
The sun, astonished, hides its face,
The moon and stars with wonder gaze
At Jesu's bright superior rays!
Dread lightnings flash, and thunders roar,
And shake the earth and briny shore;
The trumpet sounds at heaven's command,
And pierceth through the sea and land;
The dead in each now hear the voice,
The sinners fear and saints rejoice;
For now the awful hour is come,
When every tenant of the tomb
Must rise, and take his everlasting doom. 

1. Chorus from Goddwyn
2. The Copernican System
3. Onn Oure Ladies Chyrche
4. Epitaph on Robert Canynge
5. Eclogue the Third

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