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 Yea Truth, and Justice then Will down return to men,
 * Th enameld Arras of the Rainbow wearing,

And Mercy set between, Thron'd in Celestiall sheen,
 * With radiant feet the tissued clouds down stearing,

And Heav'n as at som festivall, Will open wide the Gates of her high Palace Hall.

But wisest Fate sayes no, This must not yet be so,
 * The Babe lies yet in smiling Infancy,

That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss;
 * So both himself and us to glorifie:

Yet first to those ychain'd in sleep. The wakefull trump of doom must thunder through the deep,

With such a horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang
 * While the red fire, and smouldring clouds out brake:

The aged Earth agast With terrour of that blast,
 * Shall from the surface to the center shake;

When at the worlds last session, The dreadfull Judge in middle Air shall spread his throne. Rh