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And let your silver chime
And let the base of Heav'n's deep organ blow; 130
XIV. For, if such holy song nwrap our fancy long,
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold; 135
And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould:
Orb'd in a rainbow; and, like glories wearing,
155 Yet first, to those ychain'd in sleep, The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep;
160 With terror of that blast,
Shall from the surface to the centre shake;
105 Full and perfect is,
But now begins ; for, from this happy day,
170 And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swindges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Runs through the arcbed roof in words deceiving. 175
With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving
A voice of weeping heard and loud lament;
From haunted spring and dale,
Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat,
195 While each peculiar Pow'r forgoes his wonted seat.
199 And mooned Ashtaroth, Heav’o's queen and mother hoth,
Now its not girt with tapers' holy shine; The Libye Hammon shrinks his horn, In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz mourn.
XXIII. And sullen Moloch fled,
205 Hath left in shadows dread
His burning idol all of blackest hue ;
199.66 That twice-battered God of Palestine ;”.... Dagong first hattered by Samson then by the ark of God. VOL. II.
In disrnal dance about the furnace blue :
210 The brutish Gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis hasto.
Trampling the unshow'r'd grass with lowings loud: 215
Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud;
The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;
Pillows his chiu upon au orient wave,
Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave;
Time is our tedious song should here have ending ;
Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending :
In wintry solstice like the shorten'd light,
Most perfet Hero, try'd io heaviest plight