Becoming America - An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution, 2018a

BECOMING AMERICA
SEVENTEENTH CENTURY ENGLISH COLONIAL LITERATURE
Dost thou perceive, dost now believe
that Christ thy Judge shall be [. . .]
IX
Stout courages (whose hardiness
could death and hell out-face)
Are you as bold now you behold
your Judge draw near apace?
They cry, No, no: alas and wo [. . .]
our courage all is gone:
Our hardiness, ( [. . .]ool-hardiness)
hath us undone, undone.
X
No heart so b [. . .]ld but now grows cold,
and almost dead with fear:
No eye so dry but now can cry,
and pour out many a tear.
Earths Po [. . .] entates and pow’rful States,
Captains and men of Might
Are qui [. . .] e abasht, their courage dasht.
At this most dreadful sight.
XI
Mean men lament, great men do r [. . .] nt
their robes and tear their hair:
They do not spare their esh to tear
through horrible despair.
All kindreds wail, their hearts do fail:
horrour the world doth ll
Wi [. . .] weeping eyes, and loud out-cries,
yet knows not how to kill.
XII
Some hide themselves in Caves and Delves,
and pl [. . .] ces under ground:
Some rashly leap into the deep,
to, scape by being drown’d:
Some to the Rocks, (O sensless blocks)
and woody Mountains run,
T [. . .] a [. . .] there they might this fearful [. . .] ight
and dreaded Presence shun.
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