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Death hall die—fair nature too;

As the creature, ris'n anew,

Anwers to his God's review.

He the croll of fate hall pread,

Writ with all things done or aid,

Thence to judge th' awaken'd dead.

Lo! He takes His eat of light;

All that's dark hall leap to ight,

Guilt, the word of vengeance mite.

What can I, then, wretched, plead?

Who will mediate in my need

When the jut hall carce ucceed?