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The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego,And leap exulting like the bounding Roe:No sigh, no murmur the wide world shall hear,From ev'ry face he wipes off ev'ry tear:In [1]adamantine chains shall Death be bound,And Hell's grim Tyrant feel th' eternal wound.As the good [2]shepherd tends his fleecy care,Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air,Explores the lost, the wandring sheep directs,By day o'ersees them, and by night protects;The tender lambs he raises in his arms,Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms;Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage,The promis'd [3]father of the future age.No more [4]shall nation against nation rise,Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er,The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more;
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