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 * Haste thee, escape thither: for I cannot do any thing till thou be come thither.  Therefore the name of the city was called Zoar. Genesis xix. 22.

"Angel of wrath! why linger in mid-air,  While the devoted city's cry Louder and louder swells? and canst thou spare,   Thy full-charged vial standing by?" Thus, with stern voice, unsparing Justice pleads: He hears her not—with softened gaze His eye is following where sweet Mercy leads, And till she give the sign, his fury stays.

Guided by her, along the mountain road, Far through the twilight of the morn, With hurried footsteps from the accursed abode He sees the holy household borne; Angels, or more, on either hand are nigh, To speed them o'er the tempting plain, Lingering in heart, and with frail sidelong eye Seeking how near they may unharmed remain.

"Ah! wherefore gleam those upland slopes so fair?  And why, through every woodland arch, Swells yon bright vale, as Eden rich and rare,   Where Jordan winds his stately march; If all must be forsaken, ruined all,   If God have planted but to burn? - Surely not yet the avenging shower will fall, Though to my home for one last look I turn."

Thus while they waver, surely long ago They had provoked the withering blast, But that the merciful Avengers know Their frailty well, and hold them fast. "Haste, for thy life escape, nor look behind" - Ever in thrilling sounds like these They check the wandering eye, severely kind, Nor let the sinner lose his soul at ease.

And when, o'erwearied with the steep ascent, We for a nearer refuge crave, One little spot of ground in mercy lent, One hour of home before the grave, Oft in His pity o'er His children weak, His hand withdraws the penal fire,