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See the dire Fane of Infamy arise!275
Dark as the Grave, and spacious as the Skies;
Where from the first of Time, thy kindred Train,
The Chiefs and Princes of th' Unjust remain.
Eternal Barriers guard the pathless Road
To warn the Wand'rer of the curst Abode;280
But prone as Whirlwinds scour the passive Sky,
The Heights surmounted, down the Steep they fly.
There black with Frowns, relentless Time awaits,
And goads their Footsteps to the guilty Gates;
And still he asks them of their unknown Aims,285
Evolves their Secrets and their Guilt proclaims;
And still his Hands despoil them on the Road
Of each vain Wreath by lying Bards bestow'd.
Break their proud Marbles, crush their festal Cars,
And rend the lawless Trophies of their Wars.290
At last the Gates his potent Voice obey;
Fierce to their dark Abode he drives his Prey,
