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The second Chorus.
[Ye Powers Divine make roome, prepare a Seate]
Ye Powers Divine make roome, prepare a SeateOn the Northside, for ALBANACT the Great,
Earth is not fruitlesse: nor your nombers full,
Ther's One to come will make some Starrs looke dull.
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