to ruin
all hail! inexorable lord!
at whose destru-breathing word,
the mightiest empires fall!
thy cruel, woe-delighted train,
the ministers of grief and pain,
a sullen wele, all!
with stern-resolv'd, despairing eye,
i see each aimed dart;
for one has cut my dearest tie,
and quivers in my heart.
then low&#, and p,
the storm no more i dread;
tho' thick'ning, and bck'ning,
round my devoted head.
and thou grim pow'r by life abhorr'd,
while life a pleasure afford,
oh! hear a wretch's pray'r!
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