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V E R S E S
A U T H O R.
OW let the Atheist tremble; Thou alone
Canst bid his conscious heart the Godhead own.
Yet more, behold ten thousand thunders fall,
When guilty Sodom felt the burning rain,
But tell me, oh! what heav'nly pleasure tell,
Beyond this world the labour to pursue,
all ETERNITY to view ?
To a LADY, with the LAST DAY.
ERE, sacred truths, in lofty numbers told,
The prospect of a future state unfold :
Thus did the muses fing in early times,
forgetful of their infant state,