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In vain: where'er they fled the Fates pursued.
595Others, with hopes more specious, cross'd the main,
To seek protection in far-distant skies;
But none they found. It seem'd the general air
Was then at enmity with English blood.
For, but the race of England, all were safe
600In foreign climes; nor did this fury taste
The foreign blood which Albion then contain'd.
Where should they fly.? The circumambient heaven
Involv'd them still; and every breeze was bane.
Where find relief? The salutary art
605Was mute; and, startled at the new disease,
In fearful whispers hopeless omens gave.
To heaven with suppliant rites they sent their pray'rs;