And the spirit of life, as it breathed on the dead,

Restored to each body the soul that had fled.

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Rejoicing to break from that dreamless repose,

Like a host in the dark day of battle they rose;

He alone who had formed them could number again

The myriads that filled all the valley and plain.

"Son of man! in this numerous army behold

My chosen of Israel, beloved of old.

They say that the hope of existence is o'er,

That no power from death's grasp can the spirit restore:

He who called you my people is mighty to save,

Your God can re-open the gates of the grave;

From the chain of oblivion the soul can release,

And restore you again to your country in peace!"

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THE

DESTRUCTION OF BABYLON.

An awful vision floats before my sight,

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