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6 Earth that of late made seem to dawn with songs of Triumph high, Fleeth each wight abas'd as much, among the Herd doth lie.

By Star-light for device who gave, as graven on his Shield, An eagle mounted on the Crest, a Hart in silver field. Extold again his God as high, blessed him all his days: Others reputes them as nothing, alone proclaims his praise.

Whose seven times it served forth in vain for rest to crave; Whom Devils Legions do possess, a Monarch turn'd a Slave. Deposed thus, thou knewest well, Belshazzar, O his Son, And renew'd so, deliverance is voiced by every one.

A day a Trumpet made to sound For Generations all; And with a Feast solemnised, that no time might recall: