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There lifeless oft the wanderers of the waveIn glittering shoals are seen; there sylvan stores,Swoln beasts, and fractured beams, which to their shoresWreck'd from those fatal heights the waters lave,Or waft promiscuous down, where now betweenTheir towering banks,u far from the wrath behind,Hurrying as if dismay'd and dark they windTheir deep contracted deluge.—Pregnant scene!Wherein fall'n power its own sad act may trace;Power, that by bounteous heaven from obscure sourceAdvanced, with boundless rule and headlong courseLong flows; by ills at times, the rocks of grace, Check'd, not chastised, still pours its fortunes on, Wherewith the world resounds, and topples from its throne.
