A Path Through . . .

( Defeated. Requiem by Vasily Vereshchagin (1879) - found here ) I Death reign'd with vigour since the Fall,        And rides with fury still; Nor rich nor poor, nor great nor small,        Can e'er resist his will. II He ravages both night and day,        Through all our mortal stage; And ev'ry creature falls a prey        To his resistless rage. III Nations and empires he has slain,        And laid whole cities waste, And doth his cruel siege maintain        To sweep the world in haste. IV Ride forth, O mighty Prince of Peace,        And take away his sting. Then shall his cruel kingdom cease,        And saints his triumph sing. ~Henry Alline