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But drowns them not to me; I hear
harmonious thunders roll
(In language low of men to speak)
from echoing pole to pole!
harmonious thunders roll
(In language low of men to speak)
from echoing pole to pole!
Whilst this grand chorus shakes the skies—
"above, beneath the sun,
"Thro' boundless age, by men, by Gods,
"Jehovah's will be done."
"above, beneath the sun,
"Thro' boundless age, by men, by Gods,
"Jehovah's will be done."
'Tis done in heav'n; whence headlong hurl'd
self-will with Satan, fell:
And must from earth be banish'd too,
or earth's another hell:
self-will with Satan, fell:
And must from earth be banish'd too,
or earth's another hell:
Madam! self-will inflicts your pains:
self-will's the deadly foe
Which deepens all the dismal shades,
and points the shafts of woe:
self-will's the deadly foe
Which deepens all the dismal shades,
and points the shafts of woe:
Your debt to nature fully paid,
now virtue claims her due;
But virtue's cause I need not plead,
'tis safe; I write to you:
now virtue claims her due;
But virtue's cause I need not plead,
'tis safe; I write to you:
You know, that virtue's basis lies
in ever judging right;
And wiping error's clouds away,
which dim the mental sight;
in ever judging right;
And wiping error's clouds away,
which dim the mental sight;
Why
