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This did the Father of the Gods behold,
And (far as an Immortal Being could)
Did blush. Red Thunder in his Hand he bore,
The Thunder too look'd redder than before;
Whilst David scorn'd his mighty Friend above,
And barter'd Judah for unkingly Love,
Chaffer'd his Empire for a soft Embrace,
Yielding his Glories to a Female Face.
Whilst in the Front too Just Urias stood,
And dy'd Philistian Arrows with his Blood,
God laid aside his pity and his love.
Almighty Grief with doubtful Anger strove.
The wide Expansion trembled all around,
And distant Stars did horribly resound.
The dreadful Eccho through Heav'n's Court did fly,
And frighten'd the wing'd People of the Sky.
Here trembling Angels gather'd to inquire
The grounds and causes of this sudden fire;
From whence the stir and heav'nly Tumult rose,
Or whom the Father for his Rage had chose;
Whether some haughty, head-strong Seraphs dare
To storm the Sky, and cope the Thunderer:
Whether on Earth his Light'ning will be hurl'd,
And ravel the fine Clock-work of the World.
Or if th' Immortal Citizens of Heav'n
Should from their ancient, native Seats be driv'n;
For they remembred well, what God of old,
When first he built the mighty Globe, foretold
How Earth to Nothing should at last retire,
And Heav'n's high Fabrick in the Flames expire.
And (far as an Immortal Being could)
Did blush. Red Thunder in his Hand he bore,
The Thunder too look'd redder than before;
Whilst David scorn'd his mighty Friend above,
And barter'd Judah for unkingly Love,
Chaffer'd his Empire for a soft Embrace,
Yielding his Glories to a Female Face.
Whilst in the Front too Just Urias stood,
And dy'd Philistian Arrows with his Blood,
God laid aside his pity and his love.
Almighty Grief with doubtful Anger strove.
The wide Expansion trembled all around,
And distant Stars did horribly resound.
The dreadful Eccho through Heav'n's Court did fly,
And frighten'd the wing'd People of the Sky.
Here trembling Angels gather'd to inquire
The grounds and causes of this sudden fire;
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Or whom the Father for his Rage had chose;
Whether some haughty, head-strong Seraphs dare
To storm the Sky, and cope the Thunderer:
Whether on Earth his Light'ning will be hurl'd,
And ravel the fine Clock-work of the World.
Or if th' Immortal Citizens of Heav'n
Should from their ancient, native Seats be driv'n;
For they remembred well, what God of old,
When first he built the mighty Globe, foretold
How Earth to Nothing should at last retire,
And Heav'n's high Fabrick in the Flames expire.
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