Eyes wept, ears tingled; stiff'ning on each head,
The hair drew back, and Satan howl'd and fled.
"In that soft season, when the gentle breeze
Rises all round, and swells by slow degrees;
Till tempests gather, when through all the sky
The thunders rattle, and the lightnings fly;
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When rain in torrents wood and vale deform,
And all is horror, hurricane, and storm:
So, when the preacher in that glorious time,