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Moderation
Now Faction re-assum'd her Native Throne,
Which prostrate Fiends with awful Homage own,
A Crown of Eating Flame her Temples bound,
Darting a Blew Malignant Radiance round.
An Iron Scepter in her Hand she bore,
Emblem of Vengeance and destructive Pow'r,
A bloody Canopy hung o'er her Head,
Where the Four falling Empires are pourtray'd.
Monarchs Depos'd beneath her Foot-stool lie,
And all around is Hell and Anarchy,
Whilst thus she tow'ring sat, the Subject Train
With Shouts proclaim'd the Triumphs of her Reign.
Then they the Chaos sung, and Nature's Jars,
How the first Atoms urg'd their Medley Wars,
How
