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7. The whole earth is at reft, and is quiet; they break forth into finging.

8. Yea, the fir-trees rejoice at thee, and the cedars of Lebanon, faying, 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 firreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raifed up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.

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

11. Thy

II. 2.

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

And Nature lifts the choral fong.
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, fince thy fell force is broke,

Our proud heads pierce the skies, nor fear the Woodman's ftroke. 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 fhadowy Heroes all,

Ev'n mighty Kings, the heirs of empire wide,
Rifing, with folemn ftate, and flow,

From their fable thrones below,

Meet, and infult thy pride.

What, doft thou join our ghoftly train,

A flitting fhadow light, and vain ?

Where

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

worms cover thee.

12. How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, fon of the morning I how art thou cut down to the ground, which didft weaken the nations!

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

14. I will afcend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the moft High.

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

16. They that fee thee shall narrowly look upon thee, and confider thee, saying,

Is

Where is thy pomp, thy feftive throng,

Thy revel dance, and wanton fong?

Proud King! Corruption faftens on thy breast;

And calls her crawling brood, and bids them share the feast.

II. I.

O'Lucifer! thou orient Star;

That roll❜d the Morning's rofy car,

Refulgent, thro' th'etherial way:
How art thou fall'n, thou Son of Light!
How fall'n from thy meridian height!

Who faidft the distant poles shall hear me, and obey.
High, o'er the stars, my sapphire throne fhall glow,
And, as JEHOVAH's felf, my voice the heav'ns fhall bow.
II. 2.

He fpake, he died. Diftain'd with gore,

Befide yon yawning cavern hoar,

See, where his livid corfe is laid.

The aged Pilgrim paffing by,

Surveys him long with dubious Eye;

And muses on his fate, and shakes his reverend head.

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Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, that did

fbake kingdoms?

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

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

19. But thou art caft out of thy grave like an abominable branch; and as the raiment of thofe that are flain, thrust through with a fword, that go down to the frones of the pit; as a carcafe troden under feet.

20. Thou

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