by Pavel Chichikov
Down our street are many dogs
And each one barks to hear a noise
A footfall or a passing car
The shadow of a passenger
Across the street the streetlight shines
Angle down, the watchdog whines
Or at some figure soaring by
On leather wings, the mastiff cries
And if it pass beneath the moon
Three or four curs yelp and moan
Or if some thing of blood should pass
The watchful bloodhounds groan and gnash
But if a rout of riders ride
By flash and thunder, our dogs hide
For those are tall against the clouds
Blind their eyes and thunder loud
Now one rider, all is still
Because the dogs obey His will
He is the Master, they the pack
And they will follow in His track
Then the seas and oceans roar
Time is ended evermore
Then the seas and oceans leap
And all the dead awake from sleep
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