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The Earth by thee was fixt with wond'rous Art,
From its firm Basis never to depart;
A liquid covering hides the solid Ground,
Like flowing Robes that ev'ry Part surround;
From Dale to Dale the gath'ring Waters glide,
Climb o'er the Hills, and swell on ev'ry Side;

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'Till check'd by thee, a diff'rent Course they try,
Thou speak'st in Thunder, and they frighted fly;
Some down the Hills with rapid Torrent flow,
Some slumber peaceful in the Vales below.
Call'd by their Lord, the scatter'd Floods obey,
And to the future Ocean take their Way;
There fixt as with an Adamantine Chain,
Th'impatient Billows toss and rave in vain;
Check'd by thy Nod, restrain'd by thy Command,
With empty Menaces they threat the Land.