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[40] The Deliverance
One blindfold went, upon the narrow ridge,
Of a steepe bridge,
Which with an arched bitte, did curbe, and chappe
A fomeing flood:
Hee haveing pass'd along, free from mishap,
Threw of his hood,
And lookeing on the danger Hee had scap'et,
With infinite amazement Hee was rap't:
Of a steepe bridge,
Which with an arched bitte, did curbe, and chappe
A fomeing flood:
Hee haveing pass'd along, free from mishap,
Threw of his hood,
And lookeing on the danger Hee had scap'et,
With infinite amazement Hee was rap't:
Then conscious of that Providence sublime,
Which at that time,
Had him preserved from the jawes of Hell,
Immediately,
In humble sort, upon his knees Hee fell,
And zealously,
No dry devotions did to him forth powre,
Who from those waters deepe, did him secure.
Which at that time,
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Immediately,
In humble sort, upon his knees Hee fell,
And zealously,
No dry devotions did to him forth powre,
Who from those waters deepe, did him secure.
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