The soul that moved thee in thy conquering march, That spoke in poesy and art and grace, Is disembodied; and the mouldering arch And chiseled fragment mark thy burial place. And thou, O Rome! proud mistress of the world! Thine armored legions spread no terror now. They bring no blood-bought spoils of gems impearled, To deck thy bosom and thy haughty brow. Thy Coliseum's vast and vacant walls, Rot as an emblem of thy great decay, And on the ear its mournful echo falls, A dismal knell of thy departed sway! O! all ye living governments and states! Gaze on the relics of far mightier powers! The hand that shattered them, uplifted waits The bell that ends your few remaining hours! In the high chambers of the West, I see An infant kingdom struggling to the birth. And the prophetic spirit says to me, "In manhood this shall govern all the earth." O Zion! built by Saints of latter days. Bring forth the promised kingdom to the world! Upon the mountain tops "the ensign" raise, And spread its shining folds to all the world! Gathered from ev'ry clime and tongue and race, Under the banner, righteous men shall stand, And the all-conquering Christ shall show His face, And give dominion to that faithful band. Armored in truth and God's authority, Dauntless and terrible, yet full of love, The King shall lead them unto victory, And bring a van-guard from the ranks above. No weapon formed against them shall prevail, No cunning plan shall prove their overthrow; The prince of all earth's kingdoms they assail, And drive his forces to the shades below. The spirit that gives wisdom to the wise, Prom Council, Congress, Parliament, shall flee-- Shall rest on those whom all mankind despise, And leave the world to human policy. Left, in a day of storms, each bark of state, Rotten and rudderless, whirled madly on Against each other on the sea of fate, With awful crash to depths of death go down. But see the ship no storm can overwhelm, Saving the remnants of the wrecks below! "The Priesthood" 's written on her shining helm, "God's Kingdom" is inscribed upon her bow. God's Kingdom! seen in vision by the seers! God's Kingdom! Clothed in justice truth and light! Theme of the prophet and the bard appears, To save the nations from chaotic night. A perfect government for all the earth. Not a republic nor a monarchy, And yet from both all principles of worth Are blended in this great Theocracy. Wielding almighty power in ev'ry land, The willing people bend to its supreme decrees, And mutual int'rest, like a golden band, Binds in one social compact men of all degrees. Appointed by the great Jehovah's voice, By intellect and virtue qualified, And a free people's universal choice, The leading spirits govern and preside.