A Nightmare
Mammon and License,
the gods of America,
walk like ifrits
on the sands by the shore.
A fire is in them,
a darkness of fire,
a burning of fire
that burns where it strays.
Their shadows devour,
their flames unenlighten,
and by the far end
every good will be ash,
all bonds will be broken,
desires made sterile,
and all we have made
will be nothing at last.
A Shield Against Darkness
Arise, God!
Be broken,
His foes,
and flee,
His enemies,
before Him;
as smoke is routed,
be routed,
as wax is melted
by fire's face,
be lost,
O wicked,
before God's face.
But be glad,
O just!
Rejoice
before God's face;
rejoice gladly!
He rides
from all ages
the heavenly heavens;
He grants
His voice,
a mighty voice.
Arise, Lord God,
for Sabbath-rest;
You and the Ark,
the Ark of Your might!
