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An awful vision floats before my sight	A
Black as the storm and fearful as the night	A
Thy fall oh Babylon the awful doom	B
Pronounced by Heaven to hurl thee to the tomb	B
Peals in prophetic thunder in mine ear	C
The voice of God foretelling ruin near	D
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Hark what strange murmurs from the hills arise	E
Like rushing torrents from the bursting skies	E
Loud as the billows of the restless tide	F
In strange confusion flowing far and wide	F
Ring the deep tones of horror and dismay	G
The shriek the shout the battle's stern array	G
The gathering cry of nations from afar	H
The tramp of steeds the tumult of the war	I
Burst on mine ear and o'er thy fated towers	J
Hovers despair and fierce destruction lowers	J
Within the fire without the vengeful sword	K
Who leads those hosts against thee but the Lord	K
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Proud queen of nations where is now thy trust	L
Thy crown is ashes and thy throne the dust	L
The crowds who fill thy gates shall pass away	G
As night's dim shadows flee the eye of day	G
No patriot voice thy glory shall recall	M
No eye shall weep no tongue lament thy fall	M
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The day of vengeance comes the awful hour	N
Fraught with the terrors of almighty power	N
The arm of God is raised against thy walls	O
Destruction hovers o'er thy princely halls	O
Flings his red banner to the rising wind	P
While death's stern war cry echoes far behind	P
When the full horrors of that hour are felt	Q
The warrior's heart shall as the infant's melt	Q
Counsel shall flee the learned and the old	R
And fears unfelt before shall tame the bold	R
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Woe for thee Babylon thy men of might	A
Shall fall unhonoured in the sanguine fight	A
Like the chased roe thy hosts disordered fly	S
And those who turn to strive but turn to die	S
Thy young men tremble and thy maids grow pale	T
And swell with frantic grief thy funeral wail	T
They kneel for mercy but they sue in vain	U
Their beauty withers on the gore dyed plain	U
With fathers lovers brothers meet their doom	B
And 'mid thy blackened ruins find a tomb	B
Of fear unconscious in soft slumbers blest	V
The infant dies upon its mother's breast	V
Unpitied e'en by her the hand that gave	W
The blow has sent the parent to the grave	W
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Queen of the East all desolate and lone	X
No more shall nations bow before thy throne	X
Low in the dust thy boasted beauty lies	E
Loud through thy princely domes the bittern cries	E
And the night wind in mournful cadence sighs	E
The step of man and childhood's joyous voice	Y
Are heard no more and never shall rejoice	Y
Thy lonely echoes savage beasts shall come	Z
And find among thy palaces a home	A2
The dragon there shall rear her scaly brood	B2
And satyrs dance where once thy temples stood	C2
The lion roaming on his angry way	G
Shall on thy sacred altars rend his prey	G
The distant isles at midnight gloom shall hear	C
Their frightful clamours and in secret fear	D
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No more their snowy flocks shall shepherds lead	D2
By Babel's silver stream and fertile mead	E2
Or peasant girls at summer's eve repair	F2
To wreathe with wilding flowers their flowing hair	F2
Or pour their plaintive ditties to the wave	W
That rolls its sullen murmurs o'er thy grave	W
The wandering Arab there no rest shall find	P
But starting listen to the hollow wind	P
That howls prophetic through thy ruined halls	O
And flee in haste from thy accursed walls	O
Oh Babylon with wrath encompassed round	G2
For thee no hope no mercy shall be found	G2
Thy doom is sealed e'en to thy ruin clings	H2
The awful sentence of the King of kings	H2

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