destruction of Sennacherib
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold:
And the sheen of their spears was like stars
on the sea.
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green.
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath
That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the
And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd;
And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and
And their heart but once heaved, and for ever
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke ill the temple of Baal:
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!