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Rh Ten thouand differing lips hall join &emsp;To hail this welcome morn, Which catters bleings from its wings, &emsp;To nations yet unborn.

, the friend of human kind, &emsp;With trong compaion mov'd, Decended like a pitying , &emsp;To ave the ouls he lov'd.

The powers of darknes leagued in vain &emsp;To bind his oul in death; He hook their kingdom when he fell, &emsp;With his expiring breath.

Not long the toils of hell could keep &emsp;The hope of line; Corruption never could take hold &emsp;On aught o much divine. And