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The day of doom
The day of doom: or, A poetical description of the Great and Last Judgment. With a short discourse about eternity. / By Michael Wigglesworth, teacher of the church at Maldon, in N.E.
Boston: printed by B. Green for Benjamin Eliot, 1701
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
(13) In vain do they to Mountains say, Fall on us, and us hide From Judges ire, more hot than fire, for who may it abide? No hiding place can from his Face, sinners at all conceal, Whose flaming Eyes hid things doth 'spy, and darkest things reveal.
(15) 1The Mountains smoke, the Hills are shoo• the Earth is rent and tor•, As if she should be clean dissolved, or from the Centre born. The Sea doth roar, forsakes the shore, and shrinks away for fear; The wild Beasts flee into the Sea, so soon as he draws near.
(15) 1The Mountains smoak, the Hills are shoo• the Earth is rent and tor•, As if she should be clean dissolv'd, or from the Center born. The Sea doth roar, forsakes the shore, and shrinks away for fear; The wild Beasts flee into the Sea, so soon as he draws near.