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 (Stern nurse of Vultures!) steam in putrid heaps! O thou poor Widow, who in dreams dost view Thy Husband's mangled corse, and from short doze Start'st with a shriek: or in thy half-thatch'd cot Wak'd by the wintry night-storm, wet and cold, Cow'rest o'er thy screaming baby! Rest awhile, Children of Wretchedness! More groans must rise, More blood must steam, or ere your wrongs be full. Yet is the day of Retribution nigh: The Lamb of God hath open'd the fifth seal: And upward rush on swiftest wing of fire Th' innumerable multitude of Wrongs By man on man inflicted! Rest awhile, Children of Wretchedness! The hour is nigh: And lo! the Great, the Rich, the Mighty Men, The Kings and the Chief Captains of the World,