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SONNET.
[Oh, beauteous angel! who, if poet's song]
Oh, beauteous angel! who, if poet's songRightly report, didst make mankind thy care,
And wont in Adam's friendly bower to share
Mild converse with him.—Angel! be not long
If yet thou lov'st us (though misrule and wrong,
Of heavenly good, well-nigh has left us bare)
Down to these earthly mansions to repair
With stern rebuke and admonition strong.
Yet wherefore shouldst thou come? have we not had
Voices of deepest tone, and mightiest power,—
Yea, God himself hath spoken,—oh! bold and bad
Who from that sound have turn'd,—nor knew each shower,
Earthquake, and storm, and pestilence were made,
God's voice of old, to slay, destroy, devour.
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