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Rh And thought atonih'd tops her bold career. But oh thou mighty mind! whoe powerful word Said, thus let all things be, and thus they were, Where hall I eek thy preence? how unblam'd Invoke thy dread perection? Have the bread eye-lids of the morn beheld thee? Or does the beamy houlder of Orion Support thy throne? O look with pity down On erring guilty man; not in thy names Of terror clad; not with thoe thunders arm'd That concious Sinai felt, when fear appal'd The catter'd tribes; thou hat a gentler voice, That whipers comfort to the welling heart, Abah'd, yet longing to behold her Maker.

&emsp;But now my oul unus'd to tretch her powers In flight o daring, drops her weary wing, And eeks again the known accutom'd pot, Dret