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"Get ye up from the wrath of God's terrible day! Ungirded, unsandalled, arise and away! 'T is the vintage of blood, 't is the fulness of time, And vengeance shall gather the harvest of crime!"
The warning was spoken -- the righteous had gone, And the proud ones of Sodom were feasting alone; All gay was the banquet -- the revel was long, With the pouring of wine and the breathing of song.