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7. The whole earth is at rest, and is quiet : they break forth into finging.

8. Yea, the fir-trees rejoice at thee, and the cedars of Lebanon, saying, Since thou art laid down, no feller is come up against us.

9. Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming : it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it bath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.

10. All they fall speak and say unto thee, Art thou also become weak as we? art thou become like anto us?

11. Thy

II. 2.


Earth sees, and smiles. O'er all the plain,
Peace spreads her olive-fcepter'd reign,

And Nature lifts the choral song.
The Fir-trees, on the mountain's head,

Rejoice thro' all their pomp of shade;
The lordly Cedars nod on facred Lebanon :

Tyrant! they cry, since thy fell force is broke,
Our proud heads pierce the skies, nor fear the Woodman's stroke.

I. 3.
Hell, from her gulph profound,
Rouses at thine approach; and, all around,
Her dreadful notes of preparation found.

See, at the awful call,

Her shadowy Heroes all,
Ev'n mighty Kings, the heirs of empire wide,

Rising, with folemn state, and flow,
From their fable thrones below,

Meet, and insult thy pride.
What, dost thou join our ghostly train,
A flitting shadow light, and vain ?


11. Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols : the worm is spread under thee, and the

worms cover thee.

12. How art thou fallen from heaven, 0 Lucifer, son of the morning I bow art thou cut down to the ground, which didft weaken the nations!

13. For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God : I will fit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the fides of the north:

14. I will afcend above the beights of the clouds; I will be like the most High.

15. Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit.

16. They that see thee Mall narrowly look upon thee, and consider thee, saying,


Where is thy pomp, thy festive throng,

Thy revel dance, and wanton song? Proud King! Corruption fastens on thy breast; And calls her crawling brood, and bids them share the feast.

II. I.

O‘Lucifer! thou orient Star;
That rolld the Morning's rosy car,

Refulgent, thro' th’etherial way:
How art thou fall’n, thou Son of Light!

How fall’n from thy meridian height!
Who saidst the distant poles shall hear me, and obey.

High, o'er the stars, my fapphire throne shall glow, And, as JEHOVAH's self, my voice the heav'ns shall bow.

II. 2.

He spake, he died. Distain'd with gore,
Beside yon yawning cavern hoar,

See, where his livid corse is laid.
The aged Pilgrim passing by,

Surveys him long with dubious Eye ;
And muses on his fate, and shakes his reverend head.


Just Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, that did foake kingdoms ?

17. That made the world as a wilderness, and destroyed the cities thereof, that opened not the house of his prisoners ?

18. All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every one in bis own house.

19. But thou art cast out of thy grave like an abominable branch; and as the raiment of those that are flain, thrust through with a sword, that go down to the fones of the pit; as a carcase troden under feet.

20. Thou

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