III. As burning sands by whirlwinds borne And leave the verdant vale a waste,- IV. Thus iron Rome her rivals crushed, every Nation's voice was hushed. And God's own Temple to the flames was given; O'er Earth was known, Boasting to hold its sway as now the key of Heaven. V. Yet did the retribution come,— The brand she cast but sealed her doom; Rome raised by war, by war was overthrown! The spoil that she had rent away Became another spoiler's prey,— The curse she heaped on other Lands returned upon her own! VI. Yet not like Babylon was she cast down; Nor petrified like Petræ does she stand; Nor withered Egypt-like beneath God's frown; Nor will a people ever pass away Who keep one day in seven as holy day. VII. Thanks be to God that our fair forest Land Was kept as in the hollow of His hand, Till, in the fulness of his gracious plan, The Pilgrim came-best type of Christian man! And by his blood his faithfulness was sealed: How man may rule himself and God obey. Now read the proof that strength from Labor comes, Won in obedience to God's high behest, By cheerful week-day toil, and holy Sabbath Rest! VIII. How bravely moves the warrior in panoply arrayed, |