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Rh &emsp;Let heaven's high arches echo with his name, &emsp;And the wide peopled earth his praie proclaim; Then end it down to hell's deep glooms reounding, Thro' all her caves in dreadful murmurs ounding.

&emsp;He rules with wide and abolute command &emsp;O'er the broad ocean and the tedfat land: &emsp; reigns, unbounded, and alone, &emsp;And all creation hangs beneath his throne: He reigns alone; let no inferior nature Uurp, or hare the throne of the creator.

&emsp;He aw the truggling beams of infant light &emsp;Shoot thro' the may gloom of ancient night; &emsp;His pirit huh'd the elemental trife, &emsp;And brooded o'er the kindling eeds of life: Seaons and months began the long proceion And meaur'd o'er the year in bright ucceion.

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