The Watchman's Cry

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“Watchman, what of the night?”
“It is gloomy, and thick, and dark;
Alas! wherever I turn my sight,
And seek for a faithful watcher’s light,
I can scarcely discern a spark.
I hear the drunken reveler’s cry,
The mocker’s taunt, and the skeptic’s lie;
But few believe that the Lord is nigh:
All is gloomy, and sad, and dark.”
“Watchman, what of the night?”
“It is murky, and chill, and drear:
The lamps erst burning so clear and bright!
The hearts once glowing with warm delight,
At the hope that the Lord was near;
Many are quenched to burn no more;
Few are trimmed, and their luster pour;
Alas! in so many, first-love is o’er;
All is murky, and chill, and drear.”
“Watchman, what of the night?”
“O list! ‘tis the midnight cry!
It fills the sleepers with joy or fright;
These cheeks grow pale, and those grow bright!
The Bridegroom, He draweth nigh!
The slumbering virgins from sleep awake;
The wise their lamps fresh-trimmed all take;
The knees of the foolish with terror quake,
At the sound of the midnight cry.”
“Watchman, what of the night?”
“The night is fast passing away;
The Morning Star, with effulgence bright,
Shall shortly burst on our raptured sight,
And usher the longed-for day.
He cometh! He cometh! awake! arise!
Behold! the Day Star illumines the skies;
Ye slumbering virgins unveil your eyes,
The night is just passing away.”
“Watchman, what of the night?”
The work of the watchman is o’er:
“The morning’s come and also the night,”
Eternity’s darkness—eternity’s light.
‘Inquire ye,.... inquire ye no more.’
His word is ended, and work is done;
The marriage supper is e’en begun;
The conflict over, the victory won;
The work of the watchman is o’er.