Original - Duke Divinity School
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This World so Fair, of Joy the bright abode,<br />
Heaven’s darling Child, and Favourite of her God,<br />
Is now an 245 Exile from her Father’s Care,<br />
Delivered o’er to Darkness and Despair.<br />
No Sun in radiant Glory shines on high;<br />
No Light, but from the Terrors of the Sky:<br />
Fallen are her Mountains, her famed Rivers lost,<br />
Together into 246 second Chaos tost:<br />
One Universal Ruin spreads abroad;<br />
Nothing is safe beneath the Throne of God.<br />
Such, Earth, thy Fate! What Then canst Thou afford<br />
To comfort and support thy Guilty Lord?<br />
Man, haughty Lord of all, Say where is Now, […]<br />
Thy boasted Stature and assuming Brow;<br />
Claim kindred with the Clay, and curse thy Form,<br />
That speaks Distinction from his Sister Worm!<br />
What dreadful Pangs the trembling Heart invade!<br />
Lord, why dost Thou forsake whom Thou hast made?<br />
Who can sustain Thy anger? Who can stand<br />
Beneath the Terrors of Thy lifted Hand?<br />
It flies the reach of Thought; O save me, Power<br />
Of Powers Supreme, in this tremendous Hour!<br />
Thou who beneath the Frown of Fate hast stood,<br />
And in thy dreadful Agony sweat Blood;<br />
Thou, who for me, through every throbbing Vein,<br />
Hast felt the Keenest Edge of Mortal Pain; …<br />
Defend me, O my God! O save me, Power<br />
Of Powers Supreme, in this tremendous Hour! […]<br />
And is there a Last Day? And must there come<br />
A sure, a fixt, inexorable Doom?<br />
Ambition, swell, and, thy proud Sails to show,<br />
Take all the Winds that Vanity can blow;<br />
Wealth, on a Golden Mountain blazing stand,<br />
And reach an India forth in either Hand;<br />
245Ori.: “Now looks an ..”<br />
246Ori.: “And all into a ...”<br />
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