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  1. An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care.
  2. Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou, who dost thy millions boast, A village less than …
  3. When Israel was from bondage led, Led by the Almighty's hand From out of foreign land, The great sea beheld and fled.
  4. The fairest garden in her looks, And in her mind the wisest books.
  5. Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now does always last.
  6. God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
  7. Th' adorning thee with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill; 'T is like the pois'ning of a dart, Too apt before to kill.
  8. Hence, ye profane! I hate ye all, Both the great vulgar and the small.

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