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the gloomy town: The heavens were speaking out their wrath, The fatal hour was come, Yet ever sounded sullenly The trumpet and the drum. There was madness on the earth below, And anger in the sky, And young and old, and rich and poor, Came forth to see him die. XIV. Ah, God! That ghastly gibbet! How dismal 'tis to see The great tall spectral skeleton, The ladder, and the tree! Hark! hark! It is the clash of arms-- The bells begin to toll-- He is coming! he is coming! God's mercy on his soul! One last long peal of thunder-- The clouds are clear'd away, And the glorious sun once more looks down Amidst the dazzling day. XV. He is coming! he is coming! Like a bridegroom from his room,{H} Came the hero from his prison To the scaffold and the doom. There was glory on his forehead, There was lustre in his eye, And he never walk'd to battle More proudly than to die: There was colour in his visage, Though the cheeks of all were wan, And they marvell'd as they saw him pass, That great and goodly man! XVI. He mounted up the scaffold, And he turn'd him to the crowd; But they dared not trust the people, So he might not speak aloud. But he look'd upon the heavens, And they were clear and blue, And in the liquid ether The eye of God shone through: Yet a black and murky battlement Lay resting on the hill, As though the thunder slept within-- All else was calm and still. XVII. The grim Geneva ministers With anxious scowl drew near,{I} As you have seen the ravens flock Around the dying deer. He would not deign them word nor sign, But alone he bent the knee; And veil'd his face for Christ's dear grace Beneath the gallows-tree. Then radiant and serene he rose, And cast his cloak away: For he had ta'en his latest look Of earth, and sun, and day. XVIII. A beam of light fell o'er him, Like a glory round the shriven, And he climb'd the lofty ladder As it were the path to heaven.{J} Then came a flash from out the cloud, And a stunning thunder roll, And no man dared to look aloft, For fear was on every soul. There was another heavy sound,
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