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Thus she, and none but she, th' insulting Rage
Of Hereticks oppos'd from Age to Age:
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Still when the Giant-brood invades her Throne
She stoops from Heav'n, and meets 'em half way down,
And with paternal Thunder vindicates her Crown.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$But like Egyptian Sorcerers you stand,
And vainly lift aloft yonr Magick Wand,
To sweep away the Swarms of Vermin from the Land:
You cou'd like them; with like infernal Force
Produce the Plague, but not arrest the Course.
But when the Boils and Botches, with disgrace
And publick Scandal sat upon the Face,
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Themselves attack'd, the Magi strove no more,
They saw God's Finger, and their Fate deplore;
Themselves they cou'd not Cure of the dishonest sore.
Thus one, thus pure, behold her largely spread
Like the fair Ocean from her Mother-Bed;
From East to West triumphantly she rides,
All Shoars are water'd by her wealthy Tides.

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