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Eleg 18.
See, see, th'accursed Gentiles doe inherit
The Land of promise; where heavens Sacred Spirit
Built Temples for his everlasting Name,
There, there, th'usurping Pagans doe proclaime
Their idle Idols, unto whom they gave
That stolen honor which heavnes Lord should have
Winke Sion; O let not those eyes be stain'd
With heavens dishonour, see not heaven profan'd;
Close, close thine eyes, or if they needs must be
Open, like flood-gates, to let water flee,
Yet let the violence of their flowing streames
Obscure thine open eyes, and mask their beames.
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