SO left the World Jerusalems Great Guide,
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When He in Peace upon His Pillow Dy'd;
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So like Our Realm, all Israel made their Moan,
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Even King Solomon upon His Throne.
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But could the Tears of all the Princes Save
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The Great, Just Hezekiah from His Grave?
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Or could Our Sighs, or could Our Tears Avail?
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Or could Our Prayers with Wayward-Death Prevail?
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Fame tells (how once) a Mighty-Shield from Heaven
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Unto the Great Anchises-Son was Given,
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That Shin'd with Oar and Gemms in every Part,
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And would not take a Dint from Mortal-Dart;
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Like that Bright-Shield, Thy Everlasting-Name
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(Engrav'd with Wonders by the Hand of Fame)
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Shall Live, and shall Out-last all Strength and Rage
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Of Envious-Time, and All-Destroying-Age.
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In Thy Blest-Reign, Thou Great-Coelestial-Man!
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The Golden-Tree of Union First Began;
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Glorious, as that which in Old-Eden Sprang,
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When Angels on the Tender Branches Sang;
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Under the Shaddow of whose Sacred-Wings
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We Sat, and did Admire the Best of KINGS:
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Then Loyalty, that was before near Dead,
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With Courage Lifted Up its Beautious-Head:
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So Mercy came, and on the Waters stood,
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After the Deluge of the Roaring-Flood;
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Then Peace appear'd, and Broke those Heavy-Chains
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With which the Rebel-Gyant Bound her Veins.
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My Muse (of all Apollo's-Tribe) the Worst,
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To Thy Great-Sepulchre comes only First;
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Thy God-like-Acts let Abler Pens Paint forth
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(In Words, worthDying for, Declare Thy Worth.)
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