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Eleg. 1.
Alas! what alterations! Ah, how strange
Amazement flowes from such an uncouth change
Ambitious Ruine! could thy razing hand
Finde ne're a subject, but the Holy Land?
Thou sacrilegious Ruine, to attempt
The house of God! was not heavens house exempt
From thy accursed Rape? Ah me! Behold,
Sion, whose pavement of refulgent gold,
So lately did reflect, so bright, so pure,
How dimme, how drossie now, (ah!) how obscure!
Her sacred stones lie scatter'd in the street,
For stumbling blocks before the Levites feet.
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