That happy land, and all with innocent blood
Defyld those sacred waves, it rightly hot
The well of life,[°] ne yet his vertues had forgot.
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For unto life the dead it could restore,
And guilt of sinfull crimes cleane wash away,
Those that with sicknesse were infected sore
It could recure, and aged long decay
Renew, as one were borne that very day.