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The Shine of Divine Justice.
Wellcome Sweet Justice, almost flown awayInto the other world, but here I Stay
To gaze upon thy Star, as it doth Strike
Its beams through out this age, as darke as night.
Which gathering up, in Sheaves, I'le binde and shock
The Gloyr of thy harvest to unlock.
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