(Sydney) br br 'Armageddon' br br O CITY lapped in sun and Sabbath rest, br With happy face of plenteous ease possessed, br Have you no doubts that whisper, dreams that moan br Disquietude, to stir your slumbering breast? br Think you the sins of other climes are gone? br The harlot's curse rings in your streets — the groan br Of out-worn men, the stabbed and plundered slaves br Of ever-growing Greed, these are your own! br O'er you shall sweep the fiery hell that craves br For quenchment the bright blood of human waves: br For you, if you repent not, shall atone br For Greed's dark death-holes with War's swarming graves!br br Francis William Lauderdale Adamsbr br