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High o'er the Shores the rushing Surge prevails,
Bursts o'er the Plain, and roars along the Vales:
Dashing abruptly, dreadful down it comes,
Tumbling thro' Rocks, and tosses, whirls and foams:
Mean time from every Region of the Sky,
Red burning Bolts in forky Vengeance fly;
Dreadfully bright o'er Seas and Earth they glare,
And Bursts of Thunder rend th' encumber'd Air;
At once the Thunders of th' Almighty sound,
Heav'n low'rs, descend the Floods, and rocks the Ground.
Bursts o'er the Plain, and roars along the Vales:
Dashing abruptly, dreadful down it comes,
Tumbling thro' Rocks, and tosses, whirls and foams:
Mean time from every Region of the Sky,
Red burning Bolts in forky Vengeance fly;
Dreadfully bright o'er Seas and Earth they glare,
And Bursts of Thunder rend th' encumber'd Air;
At once the Thunders of th' Almighty sound,
Heav'n low'rs, descend the Floods, and rocks the Ground.
He gives the furious Whirlwind Wings to fly,
To rend the Earth, and wheel along the Sky;
In circling Eddies whirl'd, it roars aloud,
Drives Wave on Wave, and dashes Cloud on Cloud;
Where'er it moves, it lays whole Forests low,
And at the Blast, eternal Mountains bow;
To rend the Earth, and wheel along the Sky;
In circling Eddies whirl'd, it roars aloud,
Drives Wave on Wave, and dashes Cloud on Cloud;
Where'er it moves, it lays whole Forests low,
And at the Blast, eternal Mountains bow;
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