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Show A CHARGE. 1 . HEllBEUT TRENCH ir thou hast squandorod yoars to grave a gom Commissioned by thlno absent Lord, and while 'Tis incomplete, Othors would bribe thy noody skill to thom Dismiss thorn to tho stroot. Should thou at last dlscovor Beauty's grove, At last bo panting on tho fragrant vorgo, But in tho track, Drunk with dlvlno possession, thou moot Lovo Turn, at hor bidding, back. Wlion round thy ship in tempest Holl appoars, And ovory spoctro mutters up moro dire To snatch control And loose to madness thy doop-konnollod roars Then, to tho holm, 0 Soull Last: ir upon tho cold groon mantling sea Thou cling, olono with Truth, to tho last sppr, Both cast away, And ono must porlsh lot it not bo ho' Whom thou art sworn to oboy. |