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Yet Reason says, nor can we doubt at all,
Millions of Beings dwell on either Ball,
With Constitutions fitted for that Spot,
Where Providence, all-wise, has fix'd their Lot.

$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Wond'rous art Thou, O God, in all thy Ways!
Their Eyes to Thee let all thy Creatures raise;
Adore thy Grandeur, and thy Goodness praise.

Ye Sons of Men! with Satisfaction know,
God's own Right-Hand dispenses all below:
Nor Good nor Evil does by chance befall;
He reigns supreme, and he directs it all.

At his Command, affrighting Human-kind,
Comets drag on their blazing Lengths behind:
Nor, as We think, do they at random rove,
But, in determin'd Times, through long Ellipses move.
And tho' sometimes they near approach the Sun,
Sometimes beyond our System's Orbit run,

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