The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1883-11-24
Written Tor The CECIL WING.
SATANIC VICTC.
BY FOLGER McKINSEY.

Stood clad in the garb of battle. On til
field
OF blasted hopes their tents were pitched
leader.
Calmly he sat, upon his lovely brow frowr
Was cast, and ever and anon there flashed
from the
In his hand he held the sword of chasten
ing Love, and
To his breast was ciasped the golden shield
of Honor
At his right stood the patriarch Michael, in
his
Hand was held the sword of Truth, and to
his breast
Was clasped :he steady shield of Virtue,
and unto him
Was given command of all Gods legions.
For threescore weary days they had waited
thus the
Coming of Satan And now far in the east
ern sky
4 blood-red star was seen to tremble and
swing back
From its accustomed place and ope, as if it
We're
Door TO some vast Stygian cave. Lo, forth
from the rent
Which it had made within the clouds, there
issued
Up dense and sulphurous vapor, which,
when he
Fresh air of Heaven had greeted it, dis
solved, and
There in ali his tiendish aspect stood Satan
On his lowering countenance scornful leer
was cast;
His form was grid about with robes of pur-
pie, and
Eed"''k'd with Offering jewels. In his
c,aw-like hand
Was grasped the sword of Temptation, and
upon his
Breast wss stem the shield Of devouring Lust
From beneath his cloak trumpet of mar
velous
Formation drew he forth, and with it
sounded i
Startling blast whose pe:,ls cla>hed through
the air
In eddying echoes, then dwin,lled on the
car and
Died away. Scarce had the last sbrill note
Lost IN space, when at lis side appeared his
sinful
Followers, each one reeking mass of vile
corruption.
The lnafhed demon Melancholy stood at his
right, aud
Command was given him Of half the war
rior,. The other
Half were led 10y black De>p ir. And thus
with
Harsh sounding strains OF weird and awful
music
The advanced unto the throne of God.
The mighty King stood up and with "a lovely
calmness
Greeted his enemy. No word of anger ut
tered He,
Nor was there any harshness in His voice,
BIt with >ottened words of love he pleaded
with the Devil
To surrender up himself and leave the World
in peace;
And AZ the murmur of ripping waters when
gentle hreezes
Rutiln their surface sounded his voice. But
Satan
Needed not, and cen more fierce within his
sinful breast
The Al gry fire tlazD!, aud from his lips
ram ii
Curses On the head of God and all who
fought for him.
Aud his Voice seemed like unto the clamor-
oas thunders
o. ;he Sky. How strangely met we've these
eternal foes!
Tn hosts Of God armed with Love, Honor.
Virtue, Truth.
Those OF 5,tau with Temptation, Lust, De.
:: air, and Sin.
sa.a, fighting for ihe souls of men: God to
save
Til -n from his clutches.
Along earn serel rank the challange 'to
arms was sent.
The mighty King threw off the trappings of
his state,
And prepared him for the conflict. The
gcolly Michael had
F,rmrd his army as II mason builds the
founAation Of
S)me towering edice, AMI stood calmly by
awaiting
The signal to advance. Far Ger the widest
bounds OF heaven
An awesome gloom is cast, and through
the air
Tle wind doth moan and gsoan and thund-
ers rumble through
Tie ciouds, behind which CLEAN lean tough IS
of forked light.
Midst Ills appalling battle of the skies there
soundeti
and rs two
Swollen rivers meeting in their course, sc
met the hosts
o. God and Satan! Scarce had the clash
OF arms
First sounded, than the ground was sprink
led DER
With pools of reeking gore, and burdeneG
with
Myriad forms of dead and dying souls; yell,
above
lie motley uproar
Bat one alone could be victorious, and soor
The hosts of Satan were diminished to
mcagrc few.
A nj hose who had survived too coward,
We're to face
Death with their leader. The no. is of Goo
withdrew.
The King himself reiterated to his throne, ant
Satan stood alone surrounded by his dead
Oh, what tGmult RACED within his bosom
Defeated,
All hope Of gaining Heaven forever lost
Almost persuaded was he to cast his sceptr
and his
Crown away and bend his knee to God
Raising his eyes
He saw the King seated as before the con
fiiCt, calm and grave.
Quick the lightnings flash poisone,
arrow Of jealousy
Shot through his sottenng heart, and lik
the lubricants roar
| His voice burst forth, "All hail to thee, tho
Mighty King of all Angelic hosts! RICH
well you've fought
And well you've gained And now that al
My hopes of ruling here are strewn an,
trampied
On this bloody field, I'll leave you in you
glory
| And seek 10 mike a kin gtlOm of MY OWL