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Yes! hallow'd seers! to you the bliss was given, To read, unveil'd, the dread decrees of heaven! You saw th' oppressor's might in judgment hurl'd, A storm of vengeance on the guilty world! Beheld his throne revers'd, his empire past, And peace and joy descend, serene, at last!

Dawn, age of bliss! but e'er thy morn shall rise, And waft a train of cherubs from the skies; The foes of man, who mark their deathful way, With tears of blood, and earthquakes of dismay; These, these must fall, a desolating band, Fall by the darts in Retribution's hand; And tyrants vanquish'd, humbled in the dust, Kneel at her shrine, and own the sentence just!