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From heaven's four regions, with immortal force,
Hear'st thou that dreadful crack? that sound
which broke Like peals of thunder, and the centre shook ? What wonders must that groan of nature tell! Olympus there, and mightier Atas, fell; Which seem'd above the reach of fate to stand, A tow'ring monument of God's right-hand: Now dust and smoke, whose brow so lately spread O'er shelter'd countries its diffusive shade.
Shew me the celebrated spot, where all The various rulers of the sever'd ball Have humbly sought wealth, honour, and redress, That land which Heaven seem'd diligent to bless, Once call’d Britannia: can her glories end? And can't surrounding seas her realm defend?
Alas! in flames behold surrounding seas;
Some angel say, Where ran proud Asia's bound? Or where with fruits was fair Europa crown'd? Where stretch'd waste Lybia? Where did India's
store Sparkle in diamonds, and her golden ore? Each lost in each their mingling kingdoms glow, And all dissolv'd, one fiery deluge flow: Thus earth's contending monarchies are join'd, And a full period of ambition find.
And now whate'er or swims, or walks, or flies, Inhabitants of sea, or earth, or skies; All on whom Adam's wisdom fix'd a name, All plange, and perish in the conq'ring flame.
This globe alone would but defraud the fire, Starve its devouring rage: the flakes aspire, And catch the clouds, and make the heavens their
prey; The sun, the moon, the stars, all melt away: All, all is lost; no monument, no sign, Where once so proudly blaz’d the gay machine. So bubbles on the foaming stream expire, So sparks that scatter from the kindling fire;
The devastations of one dreadful hour,
Think deeply then, O man! how great thou art, Tay thyself homage with a trembling heart; What angels guard, no longer dare neglect, Slighting thyself, affront not God's respect. Enter the sacred temple of thy breast, And gaze,
and wander there, a ravish'd guest; Gaze on those hidden treasures thou shalt find, Wander through all the glories of thy mind. Of perfect, knowle Ige, see the dawning light Foretells a noon most exquisitely bright! Here, springs of endless joy are breaking forth! There, buds the promise of celestial worth!
Worth, which must ripen in a happier clime,
INSTITUTION AND SOLEMNITY
AND now on earth the seventh Evening arose in Eden, for the sun Was set, and twilight from the east came on, Fore-running night; when on the holy mount Of heaven's high-scated top, th' imperial throne Of Godhead, fix'd for ever firm and sure,
The Filial Power arriv'd, and sat him down