Newton Marshall Hall, The Bible Story
“ I will cut off the earth from thy rapine, And the noise of thine envoys shall no more be heard. Woe to the City of Blood, All of her guile, robbery full, ceaseless rapine! Hark the whip, And the rumbling of the wheel, And horses galloping, And the rattling dance of the chariot! Cavalry at the charge, and flash of sabres, And lightning of lances, Mass of slain and weight of corpses, They stumble on their dead! All thy fortresses are fig trees with figs early ripe: Be they shaken they fall on the mouth of the eater. ”
