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38. On Abels Blood.
Abel was silent: But his Blood was strong,Each drop of guiltles blood commands a tongue;
A tongue, that cryes; 'Tis not a tongue, implores
For gentle Audience, 'Tis a tongue that rores
For hideous Vengeance: 'Tis a tongue that's bold
And full of Courage, and that cannot hold:
O, what a noyse my Blessed Saviours Blood
Makes now in heav'n! how strong it cries! how loud!
But not for Vengeance: From his side, has sprung
A world of drops; From ev'ry drop, a Tongue.
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