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Written by
George Peter Werts, Jr., on November 13, 1833 after he witnessed the
Leonid meteor shower.
Come my dear friends and neighbors all,
And listen to the solemn call,
Which from the Lord so lately came,
To teach the wonders of his name.
In Eighteen Hundred and Thirty Three,
The sight so strange appeared to be,
That to describe it plain and clear,
Would take an abler pen than’s here.
On Wednesday morning bright and clear,
‘Twas clearly seen what I declare,
‘Twas on the month, the thirteenth day,
The month, the eleventh I shay say.
But I will strive to reach the case,,
And tell how strange the thing took place,
‘Twas in the morning about three,
When men from worldly cares are free.
All of sudden, strange surprise,
The meteors blazed along the skies,
In quick succession as the flow,
With Thousands round you at one view.
As though the stars distracted grew,
And from their orbits quickly, flew,
And from the zenith every way,
In wild disorder seemed to stray.
The atmosphere was clear and bright,
As the Lord ordained the sight,
And scare a leaf was seen to nod,
The air was calm before its god.
And when I view the sight so strange,
O’er the creation thoughts I’d range,
And to my mind came the great day,
When God, His glory will display.
When down from glory, He’ll appear,
Ten Thousand angels in His rear,
And Michael’s trump with awful sound
Awake the nations under ground.
And the whole earth to atoms fall,
The heavens roll like a parchment scroll
The saints on angels wings arise
To praise their Jesus in the skies.
But should we still neglect the call,
Until the stars indeed do fall,
And Gabriel swears time is no more,
Then our sad doom we’ll vain deplore.
May God assist us to be wise,
Before we see the flaming skies,
May we with rapture hail that day,
And swift and joyful scar away.
Up to the courts where angels sing,
And join to praise the eternity rolls round,
May we in Jesus love be found.
In wild disorder seemed to stray.
The atmosphere was clear and bright,
As the Lord ordained the sight,
And scare a leaf was seen to nod,
The air was calm before its god.
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