LUCIFER REDUX.
Prince of the fallen stars,Thy front shall lose its scars!The fires shall cease to burn,Thy legions shall return!A ray shall pierce the gloom,A voice dissolve the doom;The victor shall relent,The brazen chains be rent!The demon’s crown of woeNo more shall gird thy brow;The fires shall cease to burn.Thy legions shall return.The dark pavilions spreadWithin thy kingdom dread;The palaces of pain,Like dreams, shall melt and wane.And Eden’s flag unrolled,Again thy helm enfold;The fires shall cease to burn,Thy legions shall return!The mystic feud shall end,Thy willing knees shall bend;Once more the central throneThy homage bright shall own.In heaven thy starred domainShall greet its chief again;The fires shall cease to burn,Thy legions shall return!Thine ancient halls of state,So long left desolate,Shall ring with joy once more,Shall bloom with wreath and flower.The constellations bright,The torches of the night,Around thy steps shall chantA pæan jubilant.The wheels that o’er thee drove,The sword thy mail that clove,Shall lead thy glad return,Before thy march shall burn!
Prince of the fallen stars,Thy front shall lose its scars!The fires shall cease to burn,Thy legions shall return!A ray shall pierce the gloom,A voice dissolve the doom;The victor shall relent,The brazen chains be rent!The demon’s crown of woeNo more shall gird thy brow;The fires shall cease to burn.Thy legions shall return.The dark pavilions spreadWithin thy kingdom dread;The palaces of pain,Like dreams, shall melt and wane.And Eden’s flag unrolled,Again thy helm enfold;The fires shall cease to burn,Thy legions shall return!The mystic feud shall end,Thy willing knees shall bend;Once more the central throneThy homage bright shall own.In heaven thy starred domainShall greet its chief again;The fires shall cease to burn,Thy legions shall return!Thine ancient halls of state,So long left desolate,Shall ring with joy once more,Shall bloom with wreath and flower.The constellations bright,The torches of the night,Around thy steps shall chantA pæan jubilant.The wheels that o’er thee drove,The sword thy mail that clove,Shall lead thy glad return,Before thy march shall burn!
Prince of the fallen stars,Thy front shall lose its scars!The fires shall cease to burn,Thy legions shall return!
Prince of the fallen stars,
Thy front shall lose its scars!
The fires shall cease to burn,
Thy legions shall return!
A ray shall pierce the gloom,A voice dissolve the doom;The victor shall relent,The brazen chains be rent!
A ray shall pierce the gloom,
A voice dissolve the doom;
The victor shall relent,
The brazen chains be rent!
The demon’s crown of woeNo more shall gird thy brow;The fires shall cease to burn.Thy legions shall return.
The demon’s crown of woe
No more shall gird thy brow;
The fires shall cease to burn.
Thy legions shall return.
The dark pavilions spreadWithin thy kingdom dread;The palaces of pain,Like dreams, shall melt and wane.
The dark pavilions spread
Within thy kingdom dread;
The palaces of pain,
Like dreams, shall melt and wane.
And Eden’s flag unrolled,Again thy helm enfold;The fires shall cease to burn,Thy legions shall return!
And Eden’s flag unrolled,
Again thy helm enfold;
The fires shall cease to burn,
Thy legions shall return!
The mystic feud shall end,Thy willing knees shall bend;Once more the central throneThy homage bright shall own.
The mystic feud shall end,
Thy willing knees shall bend;
Once more the central throne
Thy homage bright shall own.
In heaven thy starred domainShall greet its chief again;The fires shall cease to burn,Thy legions shall return!
In heaven thy starred domain
Shall greet its chief again;
The fires shall cease to burn,
Thy legions shall return!
Thine ancient halls of state,So long left desolate,Shall ring with joy once more,Shall bloom with wreath and flower.
Thine ancient halls of state,
So long left desolate,
Shall ring with joy once more,
Shall bloom with wreath and flower.
The constellations bright,The torches of the night,Around thy steps shall chantA pæan jubilant.
The constellations bright,
The torches of the night,
Around thy steps shall chant
A pæan jubilant.
The wheels that o’er thee drove,The sword thy mail that clove,Shall lead thy glad return,Before thy march shall burn!
The wheels that o’er thee drove,
The sword thy mail that clove,
Shall lead thy glad return,
Before thy march shall burn!