Disease, despair, and death, at three reprises told:
At three insulting strides she stalked the town,
And, like contagion, struck the loyal down.
Down fell the winnowed wheat; but, mounted high,
The whirlwind bore the chaff, and hid the sky.
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Here black rebellion shooting from below, }
(As earth's gigantic brood by moments grow,) }
And here the sons of God are petrified with woe: }
An apoplex of grief! so low were driven