Yes, let the Angel blow!
A peal from the parted heaven,
The first of seven!-
The warning, not yet the sign, of woe!
That men arise
And look about them with wakened eyes,
Behold on their garments the dust and slime,
Refrain, forbear,
Accept the weight of a nobler care
And take reproach from the fallen time! (Bayard Taylor)

Yes, let the Angel blow! A peal from the parted heaven, The first of seven!- The warning, not yet the sign, of woe! That men arise And look about them with wakened eyes, Behold on their garments the dust and slime, Refrain, forbear, Accept the weight of a nobler care And take reproach from the fallen time!

Bayard Taylor

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