Fedor Nikolaevich Glinka. (№ 295389)

Arise, Lord! where is thy judgment right?
Almost silent your terrible thunder?
How long, Lord
SIM wicked feast
For a sweet meal of life
Swearing by the goodness of yours?
Docol them sinners to boast
And say: "Long God."
True overflowed as the sea,
And drowning in it is your land!
They, like canes, broken
The laws of thy wondrous
And wild joy, like animals,
The crowd of frantic running
On a noisy feast of iniquity...