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ENOCH.
Of whom earth was not worthy; for aloneAmong the dense degenerate multitude,
Witness to truth, and teacher of all good,
Enoch, thy solitary lustre shone
For thrice an hundred years, in trust and love
Walking with God: so sped thy blameless life
That He, thy Worship, justly could approve
His patriarch servant; and when sinners scoff'd
Thy bold prophetic woe with judgment rife,
Or hurl'd at thee their threaten'd vengeance oft,
From those fell clamours of ungodly strife
God took thee to Himself:—Behold, on high
The car of dazzling glory, borne aloft,
Wings the blest mortal through the startled sky!
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