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UNHAPPY I! who, once ordain'd to bear

God's justice sword, and his vicegerent here,
Am now depos’d !-gainst me my children rise,
My life must be their only facrifice :
Highly they me accuse, but nothing prove ;
But this is out of tenderness and love!

They seek to spill my blood; 'tis that alone
Must for the nation's crying fins atone.
But careful Heaven forewarn’d me in a dream,
And shew'd me that my dangers were extreme ;
The heavenly vision spoke, and bade me flee
Th'ungrateful brood that were not worthy me:
Alarm’d I fled at the appointed time;
And mere necessity was made my crime !


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