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MERCY, TRUTH, AND JUSTICE.

The Babe yet lies in smiling infancy,

That on the bitter cross

Must redeem our loss;

So both himself and us to glorify: Yet first, to those ychain'd in sleep,

The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep;

With such a horrid clang

As on Mount Sinai rang,

While the red fire and smouldering clouds

out brake:

The aged earth aghast,

With terrour of that blast,

Shall from the surface to the center shake;

When, at the world's last session,

The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread

his throne.

And then at last our bliss

Full and perfect is,

But now begins; for, from this happy day,

The old Dragon, under ground

In straiter limits bound,

Not half so far casts his usurped sway;

And, wroth to see his kingdom fail,

Swindges the scaly horrour of his folded tail.

THE CHILD JESUS, WITH VISIONS OF FUTURE
SUFFERING AND TRIUMPH.

MOUNT SINAI.

The oracles are dumb,

No voice or hideous hum

Runs through the arched roof in words de

ceiving.

THE HEATHEN ORACLE SUPERSEDED.

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Apollo from his shrine

Can no more divine,

With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.

No nightly trance, or breathed spell,

Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetick cell.
THE PARNASSUS (on which formerly stood

the Temple of Apollo), AND Steep of
DELPHOS, at the foot of which now stands
the Chapel of St. John beside the famous
Castalian spring.

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The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets

mourn.

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Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint.

FLAMEN, PRIESTESS, POURING A LIBATION-
ADAPTED FROM HOPE.

Peor and Baälim

Forsake their temples dim

With that twice-batter'd God of Palestine ;

And mooned Ashtaroth,

Heaven's queen and mother both,

Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine;

The Libyck Hammon shrinks his horn,

In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded

Thammuz mourn.

RUINED TEMPLE.

TYRIAN MAIDS LAMENTING.

And sullen Moloch, fled,

Hath left in shadows dread

His burning idol all of blackest hue;

In vain with cymbals' ring

They call the grisly king,

In dismal dance about the furnace blue.

Nor is Osiris seen

In Memphian grove or green.

MEMPHIAN GROVE.

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