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BOOK THE NINTH.
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The buttress trembles, and the guarded wall,Guarded in vain, submits. Him heathens erst 435Had deified, and bowed the suppliant kneeTo Plutus. Nor are now his votaries few,Tho' he the Blessed Teacher of mankindHath said, that easier thro the needle's eyeShall the huge cable pass, than the rich man 440Enter the gates of Heaven. "Ye cannot serveYour God, and worship Mammon.""Missioned Maid! So spake the Angel, "know that these, whose hands Round each white furnace ply the unceasing toil, Were Mammon's slaves on earth. They did not spare 445To wring from Poverty the hard-earn'd mite;They robb'd the orphan's pittance; they could see Want's asking eye unmoved; and therefore these,Ranged round the furnace, still must persevereIn Mammon's service; scorch'd by these fierce fires, 450And frequent deluged by th' o'erboiling ore:Yet still so framed, that oft to quench their thirst

"Unquenchable

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