And when, on op’ning of the Sixth great Seal, With her last Earthquake this round World shall reel, The Sun shall lose his Fires in endless Night, And the Moon turn’d to Blood glare horrid Light, When Comets dire shall sweep athwart the Sky, 245 And Stars like Leaves before the Tempest fly; When fervent Heat the Elements shall burn, And like a Furnace Earth to Ashes turn, And all the Heavens in that dreadful Day, Like to a Scroll roll’d up shall pass away---- 250 When the Seventh Angel his last Trump shall found, And those whom God hath seal’d in _Myriad_’s Round, Shall raise to Heav’n the universal Song, And _Brunswick_ ’mong the foremost of the Throng, In Garments white array’d shall bend the Knee, 255 And bow before the Throne----Then Charity, Thou in his heav’nly Crown a Place shall bear, And sparkle in the Front the brightest Jewel there. _FINIS._