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 to defend the Moloch Priest prefers The prayer of hate, and bellows to the herd That Deity, Deity In the fierce jealousy of waken'd wrath Will go forth with our armies and our fleets To scatter the red ruin on their foes! O blasphemy! to mingle fiendish deeds With blessedness! Lord of unsleeping Love, From everlasting Thou! We shall not die. These, even these, in mercy didst thou form, Teachers of Good thro' Evil, by brief wrong Making Truth lovely, and her future might Magnetic o'er the fix'd untrembling heart.

In the primeval age a dateless while The vacant Shepherd wander'd with his flock