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Sonnet. LXXV.
[Elders of grace, in number sixe times foure]
Elders
of grace, in number sixe times foure,
Fall downe, fall downe vpon your aged faces;
Sende from graue ceerefull voyce (throughout all places)
Such ioyfulliy dinges in aboundant store
Of praise (then sandes of seas in number more)
To the great bounteous giuer of all graces
Harmonious Kinges cast downe your Crownes and Maces,
Sounding your cheerefull harpes his throne before:
Let Alleluiah round about resounde,
Power, honour, glory, praises and renowne
Ascribe vnto the Lorde, who doth confounde
Euen with his nostshils, breath, and casteth downe
His worthlesse enemies of Magogs campe,
And (vnto dust and ashes) them doth stampe.
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