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When all of Self regardless the scourg'd Saint
Mourns for th' Oppressor. O thou meekest Man!25
Meek Man and lowliest of the Sons of Men!
Who thee beheld thy imag'd Father saw.
His Power and Wisdom from thy awful eye
Blended their beams, and loftier Love sate there
Musing on human weal, and that dread hour30
When thy insulted Anguish wing'd the prayer
Harp'd by Archangels, when they sing of Mercy!
Which when th' Almighty heard, from forth his Throne
Diviner light flash'd extacy o'er Heaven!
Heav'n's hymnings paus'd: and Hell her yawning mouth35
Clos'd a brief moment.
