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126 All nature faints beneath the mighty name, Which nature's works, thro' all their parts proclaim. I feel that name my inmot thoughts controul, And breathe an awful tillnes thro' my oul; As by a charm, the waves of grief ubide; Impetuous paion tops her headlong tide: At thy felt preence all emotions ceae, And my huh'd pirit finds a udden peace, Till every worldly thought within me dies, And earth's gay pageants vanih from my eyes; Till all my ene is lot in infinite, And one vat object fills my aching ight.

&emsp;But oon, alas! this holy calm is broke; My oul ubmits to wear her wonted yoke; With hackled pinions trives to oar in vain, And mingles with the dros of earth again. But he, our gracious Mater, kind, as jut, Knowing