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112 That crimes and violence traitorous exalts? For what so hastening to the tomb runs on The human race, revengeful, envious, And haughty? Why, if all that e'er exists, And what man sees is all but ruins? all. For never to return the hours fly past Precipitate, and to their end but lead, Of the most lofty empires of the earth, The perishable splendour. The Deity,

That hidden animates the universe,

Alone eternal lives, and He alone

Is powerful and great.