The Soul of the City Receives the Gift of the Holy Spirit

A Broadside distributed in Springfield, Illinois          Censers are swinging          Over the town;          Censers are swinging,          Look overhead!          Censers are swinging,          Heaven comes down.          City, dead city,          Awake from the dead!          Censers, tremendous,          Gleam overhead.          Wind-harps are ringing,          Wind-harps unseen -          Calling and calling: -          "Wake from the dead.          Rise, little city,          Shine like a queen."          Soldiers of Christ          For battle grow keen.          Heaven-sent winds          Haunt alley and lane.          Singing of life          In town-meadows green          After the toil          And battle and pain.          Incense is pouring          Like the spring rain          Down on the mob          That moil through the street.          Blessed are they          Who behold it and gain          Power made more mighty          Thro' every defeat.          Builders, toil on.          Make all complete.          Make Springfield wonderful.          Make her renown          Worthy this day,          Till, at God's feet,          Tranced, saved forever,          Waits the white town.          Censers are swinging          Over the town,          Censers gigantic!          Look overhead!          Hear the winds singing: -          "Heaven comes down.          City, dead city,          Awake from the dead."