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Who is it calls thee? One whose need
transcends the common size;
Who stands in front against a foe
to which no equal rise:

In front he stands, the brink he treads
of an eternal state;
How dreadful his appointed post!
how strongly arm'd by fate

His threat'ning foe! what shadows deep
o'erwhelm his gloomy brow!
His dart tremendous!—at fourscore
my sole asylum, Thou!

Haste, then, O Resignation! haste,
'tis thine to reconcile
My foe, and me; at thy approach,
my foe begins to smile:

O! for that summit of my wish,
whilst here I draw my breath,
That promise of eternal life,
a glorious smile in death:

What sight, heav'ns azure arch beneath,
has most of heav'n to boast?
The man resign'd; at once serene,
and giving up the ghost.

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