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

BECOMING AMERICA
SEVENTEENTH CENTURY ENGLISH COLONIAL LITERATURE
XIII
In v [. . .] in do they to Mountains say,
Fall on us, and us hide
From Judges i [. . .] e, more hot then re,
For who may it abide?
No hiding place can from his face
sinners at all conceal,
Whose aming eye hid things doth spy,
and darkest things reveal.
XIV
The Judge draws nigh, exalted high
upon a lofty Throne,
Amids the throng of Angels strong,
LIKE Israel’s [. . .] oly One.
The excellence of whose Presence,
and awful Majesty,
Am [. . .] zeth Nature, and every Crea [. . .] ure
doth more then terrie.
XV
The Mountains smo [. . .] k, the Hills are shook,
the Earth is rent and torn,
As if she should be clean dissolv’d,
or from her Cen [. . .] re born.
The Sea doth roar, forsakes the sho [. . .] e,
and shrinks away for fear:
The wild beasts ee into the Sea
so soon as he draws nea [. . .].
XVI
Whose glory bright, whose wond [. . .] ous might,
whose Power Imperial,
So far surpass what ever was
in Realms Terrestrial;
That tongues of men (nor Angels pen)
cannot the same express:
And the [. . .] efore I must pass it by,
lest speaking should transgress.
XVII
Before his throne a Trump is blown,
proclaiming th’ day of Doom:
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