Ii

Methought the heav’ns were crusht; A myriad angels stood; A wind of thunder rusht Before the feet of God.

He spake: ‘Accursèd men, I find your earth a hell; Show me what ye have done; I bade ye order well.’

They said, ‘Well we have pray’d, Lord, and for Heaven’s hope A thousand temples made.’ And His lightning lickt them up.

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