WHat Strepitantious Noise is it that sounds
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From Raised Banks, or from the Lower Grounds?
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From Hollow Caverns, Labyrinths from afar,
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Threatning Confusions of a Dreadful War?
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What Dismal Cries of people in Despair
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Fill the vast Region of the Troubled Air?
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The Tune of Horrour, or of whats as strange,
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That strikes uneven like a World of Change,
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With such a Bold Surprize attacks my Sense,
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Beyond the Power of Counsel or Defence?
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But tho Blind Fortune rolls her turning Wheel
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With a perpetual Motion, who can feel
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This Surge of Fate, pusht on with Fire and Steel?
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You precious Moments of Serener Days!
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When many Victories enlargd my Praise,
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And all things ran in a most easie Stream,
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Back unto me their Ocean and Supream.
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Are you all vanishd by the sudden Fright,
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And left m incompassd with a Dismal Night?
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By my own Subjects in suspicion held,
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Murmurings, as bad as if they had Rebelld?
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You all Controuling Powers of things above!
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Whose easier Dictates guide the World by Love!
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Avert th Impendent Miseries, and show
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Us Earthly Gods to Govern here below!
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