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hail, inexorable lord!
At whose destruction?breathing word,
The mightiest empires fall!
Thy cruel, woe?delighted train,
The ministers of grief and pain,
A sullen welcome, all!
With stern?resolv'd, despairing eye,
I see each aimed dart;
For one has cut my dearest tie,
And quivers in my heart.
Then low'ring and pouring,
The storm no more I dread;
Tho thick'ning, and black'ning,
Round my devoted head.
And
thou grim Pow'r, by Life abhorr'd,
While Life a pleasure can afford,
Oh! hear a wretch's pray'r!
No more I shrink appall'd, afraid;
I court, I beg thy friendly aid,
To close this scene of care!
When shall my soul, in silent peace,
Resign Life's joyless day?
My weary heart its throbbings cease,
Cold?mould'ring in the clay?
No fear more, no tear more
To stain my lifeless face,
Enclasped and grasped,
Within thy cold embrace!
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