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And force of opposition; foil the shafts
Of envy, meet the armed hosts of care,
And find stern grief of half her power disarm'd.
Then if these souls unite in virtue's cause,
Their mystic union never shall dissolve,
Or in this life, or in the life to come.
EXCLAMATION DURING A STORM OF THUNDER AND LIGHTNING AT MIDNIGHT.
OH, praise Him while the thunders roll,
And while the lightnings dart,
And praise Him in that grateful strain,
The incense of the heart.
