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You have obey'd you WINDS that must fulfill	A
The Great Disposer's righteous Will	A
Throughout the Land unlimited you flew	B
Nor sought as heretofore with Friendly Aid	C
Only new Motion to bestow	D
Upon the sluggish Vapours bred below	D
Condensing into Mists and melancholy Shade	C
No more such gentle Methods you pursue	B
But marching now in terrible Array	E
Undistinguish'd was your Prey	E
In vain the Shrubs with lowly Bent	F
Sought their Destruction to prevent	F
The Beech in vain with out stretch'd Arms	G
Deprecates th' approaching Harms	G
In vain the Oak so often storm'd	H
Rely'd upon that native Force	I
By which already was perform'd	H
So much of his appointed Course	I
As made him fearless of Decay	E
Wait but the accomplish'd Time	J
Of his long wish'd and useful Prime	J
To be remov'd with Honor to the Sea	K
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The strait and ornamental Pine	L
Did in the like Ambition joyn	L
And thought his Fame shou'd ever last	M
When in some Royal Ship he stood the planted Mast	M
And shou'd again his Length of Timber rear	N
And new engrafted Branches wear	O
Of fibrous Cordage and impending Shrouds	P
Still trimm'd with human Care and water'd by the Clouds	P
But oh you Trees who solitary stood	Q
Or you whose Numbers form'd a Wood	Q
You who on Mountains chose to rise	R
And drew them nearer to the Skies	R
Or you whom Valleys late did hold	S
In flexible and lighter Mould	S
You num'rous Brethren of the Leafy Kind	T
To whatsoever Use design'd	T
Now vain you found it to contend	U
With not alas one Element your Friend	U
Your Mother Earth thro' long preceding Rains	V
Which undermining sink below	D
No more her wonted Strength retains	V
Nor you so fix'd within her Bosom grow	D
That for your sakes she can resolve to bear	O
These furious Shocks of hurrying Air	O
But finding All your Ruin did conspire	W
She soon her beauteous Progeny resign'd	T
To this destructive this imperious Wind	T
That check'd your nobler Aims and gives you to the Fire	W
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Thus have thy Cedars Libanus been struck	X
As the lythe Oziers twisted round	Y
Thus Cadez has thy Wilderness been shook	Z
When the appalling and tremendous Sound	Y
Of rattl'ing Tempests o'er you broke	A2
And made your stubborn Glories bow	B2
When in such Whirlwinds the Almighty spoke	A2
Warning Judea then as our Britannia now	B2
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Yet these were the remoter Harms	G
Foreign the Care and distant the Alarms	G
Whilst but sheltring Trees alone	L
Master'd soon and soon o'erthrown	L
Felt those Gusts which since prevail	C2
And loftier Palaces assail	C2
Whose shaken Turrets now give way	E
With vain Inscriptions which the Freeze has borne	L
Through Ages past t'extol and to adorn	L
And to our latter Times convey	E
Who did the Structures deep Foundation lay	E
Forcing his Praise upon the gazing Croud	Y
And whilst he moulders in a scanty Shroud	Y
Telling both Earth and Skies he when alive was proud	Y
Now down at once comes the superfluous Load	Y
The costly Fret work with it yields	D2
Whose imitated Fruits and Flow'rs are strew'd	Y
Like those of real Growth o'er the Autumnal Fields	D2
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The present Owner lifts his Eyes	R
And the swift Change with sad Affrightment spies	R
The Cieling gone that late the Roof conceal'd	Y
The Roof untyl'd thro' which the Heav'ns reveal'd	Y
Exposes now his Head when all Defence has fail'd	Y
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What alas is to be done	L
Those who in Cities wou'd from Dangers run	L
Do but encreasing Dangers meet	Y
And Death in various shapes attending in the Street	Y
While some too tardy in their Flight	Y
O'ertaken by a worse Mischance	R
Their upward Parts do scarce advance	R
When on their following Limbs th' extending Ruins light	Y
One half's interr'd the other yet survives	R
And for Release with fainting Vigour strives	R
Implores the Aid of absent Friends in vain	L
With fault'ring Speech and dying Wishes calls	R
Those whom perhaps their own Domestick Walls	R
By parallel Distress or swifter Death retains	R
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O Wells thy Bishop's Mansion we lament	Y
So tragical the Fall so dire th'Event	Y
But let no daring Thought presume	E2
To point a Cause for that oppressive Doom	E2
Yet strictly pious KEN had'st Thou been there	O
This Fate we think had not become thy share	O
Nor had that awful Fabrick bow'd	Y
Sliding from its loosen'd Bands	R
Nor yielding Timbers been allow'd	Y
To crush thy ever lifted Hands	R
Or interrupt thy Pray'r	F2
Those Orizons that nightly Watches keep	G2
Had call'd thee from thy Bed or there secur'd thy Sleep	G2
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Whilst you bold Winds and Storms his Word obey'd	Y
Whilst you his Scourge the Great Jehova made	Y
And into ruin'd Heaps our Edifices laid	Y
You South and West the Tragedy began	L
As with disorder'd haste you o'er the Surface ran	L
Forgetting that you were design'd	Y
Chiefly thou Zephyrus thou softest Wind	Y
Only our Heats when sultry to allay	E
And chase the od'rous Gums by your dispersing Play	E
Now by new Orders and Decrees	R
For our Chastisement issu'd forth	H2
You on his Confines the alarmed North	H2
With equal Fury sees	R
And summons swiftly to his Aid	Y
Eurus his Confederate made	Y
His eager Second in th' opposing Fight	Y
That even the Winds may keep the Balance right	Y
Nor yield increase of Sway to arbitrary Might	Y
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Meeting now they all contend	Y
Those assail while These defend	Y
Fierce and turbulent the War	I2
And in the loud tumultuous Jar	F2
Winds their own Fifes and Clarions are	F2
Each Cavity which Art or Nature leaves	R
Their Inspiration hastily receives	R
Whence from their various Forms and Size	R
As various Symphonies arise	R
Their Trumpet ev'ry hollow Tube is made	Y
And when more solid Bodies they invade	Y
Enrag'd they can no farther come	J2
The beaten Flatt whilst it repels the Noise	R
Resembles but with more outrageous Voice	R
The Soldier's threatning Drum	J2
And when they compass thus our World around	Y
When they our Rocks and Mountains rend	Y
When they our Sacred Piles to their Foundations send	Y
No wonder if our ecchoing Caves rebound	Y
No wonder if our list'ning Sense they wound	Y
When arm'd with so much Force and usher'd with such Sound	Y
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Nor scarce amidst the Terrors of that Night	Y
When you fierce Winds such Desolations wrought	Y
When you from out his Stores the Great Commander brought	Y
Cou'd the most Righteous stand upright	Y
Scarcely the Holiest Man performs	R
The Service that becomes it best	Y
By ardent Vows or solemn Pray'rs addrest	Y
Nor finds the Calm so usual to his Breast	Y
Full Proof against such Storms	R
How shou'd the Guilty then be found	Y
The Men in Wine or looser Pleasures drown'd	Y
To fix a stedfast Hope or to maintain their Ground	Y
When at his Glass the late Companion feels	R
That Giddy like himself the tott'ring Mansion reels	R
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The Miser who with many a Chest	Y
His gloomy Tenement opprest	Y
Now fears the over burthen'd Floor	I2
And trembles for his Life but for his Treasure more	I2
What shall he do or to what Pow'rs apply	K2
To those which threaten from on High	K2
By him ne'er call'd upon before	I2
Who also will suggest th' impossible Restore	I2
No Mammon to thy Laws he will be true	B
And rather than his Wealth will bid the World adieu	B
The Rafters sink and bury'd with his Coin	L
That Fate does with his living Thoughts combine	L
For still his Heart's inclos'd within a Golden Mine	L
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Contention with its angry Brawls	R
By Storms o'er clamour'd shrinks and falls	R
Nor WHIG nor TORY now the rash Contender calls	R
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Those who but Vanity allow'd	Y
Nor thought it reach'd the Name of Sin	L
To be of their Perfections proud	Y
Too much adorn'd withou	H2