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While lightnings flash and thunders roll, Accusing conscience wakes the soul, And bids each fear increase; And, while benignant slumber flies, With awful voice, in whisper cries, Farewell to peace!

But oh, dread pow'r! how sweet thy reign, To Virtue's mild and hallow'd train! The storm around may wildly rave, And winter swell the mountain wave, Yet soft their calm repose! Their minds unruffled and serene, And guardian-seraphs watch unseen, Their eyes to close!