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Our Mothers are but Widows raider Chains
Of WedJock, and of all their Nuptial-Gains*
None of the Mother but the Pangs remains.

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Famish'd with Want, we Wilds and Desarts tread,
And fainting, wander for our needful Bread*'
Where Wolves andTygers, round i&Affiimfltlie,
And Hosts with naked Swordsfiandtjirealnjng by^
But keener Hunger, more a Beast pf Prey,
More sharp than trjese, more ravenous than they-,]

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Thro'Swprdsaaod Wolves, apjdXygers^ tweaks'

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The Fowls* and'Blasts, and ev'ry «£yÆv<?«? Kind, Dowft to the meanest Insects Heav'n designs To^^e. the Slaves of Man, wqe dwaysfreSv:: • Of Waters, Woods, and common, Ain but we*. We^lavesy and Beasts, and more thanjniects vilef. That half-born wanton on the ^i^o^i^'/^r'

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Are glad to buy the Leavings they can spare
Of V^aters, Woods, and the more common Air.

WithLoads of Chains our Foes pursue theirStroke,
And lug our aking Necks beneath their Yoke:
No Intermission gives the Weary Breath, •
But endless Drudging drags us on to Death. -.
Our Cries ascend, and like a Trumpet blow,
All Egypt and Assyria hear our Woe:
Here, Nights we labour? there, whole Days we
And barely earn the heartless Bread we eat.

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Our old Fore-Fathers sinn'd, and are no more, Theypawn'd their Children to defray their Score. Thrice happy they! by Death from Suffering freed, But all our Fathers Scourges lash their Seed. Vengeance, at which great Zion\ Entrails makes, Shoots thro' the inmost of the Soul, and rakes,

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Where Pride lurks deepest, there we feel our Pain,
Our Slaves are Masters, and our Menials reign.
Whilst we unrescu'd fend our Cries around,
To seek Relief, but no Relief is found.
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Look on our Cheeks, and in each Furrxjw trace
Pale Famine, staring in the meagre Face.
The driving Tempest lets its Fury go,
And pours upon us, in a Burst of Woe.
The Signs of conscious Guilt our Brows impart,
Black as our Sin, and harden'd as our Heart.

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From Zion\ Mount the humble Matrons cry, With mournful Eccho's, Judfi Maids reply, Beneath our haughty Foes destructive Hands Our Great Ones fall; not sacred Age withstands Their impious Scoffs; ourYouth,in bloomy Prime Compell'd, submit to their indecent Crime,

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And Children whelm'd with Labour, fall before

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Thus Prince and People, Infancy and Age,
Promiscuous Objects of an impious Rage,,
But serve to haunt us wheresoe'er we go,
With horrid Scenes of Universal Woe.

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Old Men no more in Ziotts Council, fit,
Nor young in Consorts of her Mustek meet;
Such foolish Change fond Profligates devise,
The Old turn Singers, and the Young advise?
Perverted Order to Confusion runs,
And all th'inverted Mustek ends in Groans ,-
Zion, thy ancient Glories are decay'd,
Thy Lawrels wither, and thy Garlands fade} y
Oh Sin! 'tis thou hast this Destruction made. J
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'Tis Zion then, ?tis Zion we deplore* ~ . - ,/j For her we grieve,- for Zion is no more; » Our Eyes condole in Tears, and jointly smart0 With all the Anguiih of an aking Heari^ -3 jjn

Who can reft sin, to fee the woful Sight,
All Nations Envy, and the World's Delight*
Now grown a Desart, where the Foxes range,
And howling Wolves lament the dismal Change*

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But the firm Footstool of thy Throne shall be
Th'unshaken Base of fix'd Eternity.
Great God! by thee must we forsaken lie,
Or lost for ever, in Oblivion die; '. t' -'•

Turn but to us* O Lord, we'll mend our Ways,
Ah! once restore the Joys of ancient Days;
E'en tho' we seem the Outcasts of thy Care*
Refuse of Death, and Gleanings of the War,
Resume the Father* and let Sinners know,
Tiy Mercy's greater than thy People's Woe*

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