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 The whole, that no alien knows! , far diffus'd as Fancy's wing can travel! , spreading still! Oblivious of it's own, Yet all of all possessing! This is ! This the destin'd victory!

But first offences needs must come! Even now (Black Hell laughs horrible—to hear the scoff!) to defend, meek Galilæan! And thy mild laws of Love unutterable, Mistrust and Enmity have burst the bands Of social Peace; and list'ning Treachery lurks With pious fraud to snare a brother's life; And childless widows o'er the groaning land Wail numberless; and orphans weep for bread! to defend, dear Saviour of Mankind!