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Go swifter than the keenest thot can rool,

When urged in haste from an unbodied soul,

Hark! hark! the eternal thunder down is hurld,

The Almighty blast dissolves this tot'ring world,

The hurryd air convulsd retorts the sound,

And groaning in distress is driv'n round,

Beneath the pondrous weight of solemn woe,

The breath of Gabriel on the Trump could blow ~

O! dread profound immensity of space,

That shrinks to naught or smoaks an empty waste;

Behold the distant whirlwinds dreadful rise,

Where thunders rool with heedless clash & cries,

Where toturd Eather groans with evry peal,

That stabs with forkd death like pointed steel.

Heark! the shrill Trumpets voice rools from on high,

With flaming terror down the astonishd sky,

With sacred triumph swelld to rouse the world,

That in confusion shrinks together roold;

See mountains wrapt with giddy play;

Rocks, hills & vales in dread confusion clash,

And world on world in rude distraction dash;