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 Scattering wise heart and crafty hand, As breezes strew on ocean's sand The fabrics of a child.

Divided thence through every age Thy rebels, Lord, their warfare wage, And hoarse and jarring all Mount up their heaven-assailing cries To Thy bright watchmen in the skies From Babel's shattered wall.

Thrice only since, with blended might The nations on that haughty height Have met to scale the Heaven: Thrice only might a Seraph's look A moment's shade of sadness brook - Such power to guilt was given.

Now the fierce bear and leopard keen Are perished as they ne'er had been, Oblivion is their home: Ambition's boldest dream and last Must melt before the clarion blast That sounds the dirge of Rome.

Heroes and kings, obey the charm, Withdraw the proud high-reaching arm, There is an oath on high: That ne'er on brow of mortal birth Shall blend again the crowns of earth, Nor in according cry

Her many voices mingling own One tyrant Lord, one idol throne: But to His triumphs soon HE shall descend, who rules above, And the pure language of His love, All tongues of men shall tune.

Nor let Ambition heartless mourn; When Babel's very ruins burn, Her high desires may breathe; - O'ercome thyself, and thou mayst share With Christ His Father's throne, and wear The world's imperial wreath.