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 In consecrated Earth, And on the holy Hearth,
 * The Lars, and Lemures moan with midnight plaint,

In Urns, and Altars round, A drear, and dying sound
 * Affrights the Flamins at their service quaint;

And the chill Marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat.

Peor, and Baalim, Forsake their Temples dim,
 * With that twise-batter'd god of Palestine,

And mooned Ashtaroth, Heav'ns Queen and Mother both,
 * Now sits not girt with Tapers holy shine,

The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn, In vain the Tyrian Maids their wounded Thamuz mourn.

And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dred,
 * His burning Idol all of blackest hue,

In vain with Cymbals ring, They call the grisly king,
 * In dismall dance about the furnace blue,

The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the Dog Anubis hast. Rh