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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Trumpet

By Sir Edwin Arnold (1832–1904)

  • From ‘Pearls of the Faith’
  • Magnify Him, Al-Kaîyum; and so call
  • The “Self-subsisting” God who judgeth all.

  • WHEN the trumpet shall sound,

    On that day,

    The wicked, slow-gathering,

    Shall say,

    “Is it long we have lain in our graves?

    For it seems as an hour!”

    Then will Israfil call them to judgment:

    And none shall have power

    To turn aside, this way or that;

    And their voices will sink

    To silence, except for the sounding

    Of a noise, like the noise on the brink

    Of the sea when its stones

    Are dragged with a clatter and hiss

    Down the shore, in the wild breakers’ roar!

    The sound of their woe shall be this:—

    Then they who denied

    That He liveth Eternal, “Self-made,”

    Shall call to the mountains to crush them;

    Amazed and affrayed.

    Thou Self-subsistent, Living Lord!

    Thy grace against that day afford.