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 See the dire Fane of arise! Dark as the Grave, and spacious as the Skies; Where from the first of Time, thy kindred Train, The Chiefs and Princes of th' Unjust remain. Eternal Barriers guard the pathless Road To warn the Wand'rer of the curst Abode; But prone as Whirlwinds scour the passive Sky, The Heights surmounted, down the Steep they fly. There black with Frowns, relentless awaits, And goads their Footsteps to the guilty Gates; And still he asks them of their unknown Aims, Evolves their Secrets and their Guilt proclaims; And still his Hands despoil them on the Road Of each vain Wreath by lying Bards bestow'd. Break their proud Marbles, crush their festal Cars, And rend the lawless Trophies of their Wars. At last the Gates his potent Voice obey; Fierce to their dark Abode he drives his Prey, Where