I call the mighty, holy, splendid light, aerial, dreadful-sounding, fiery-bright; flaming, aerial-light, with angry voice, lightning thro' lucid clouds with horrid noise. Untam'd, to whom resentments dire belong, pure, holy pow'r, all-parent, great and strong: come, and benevolent these rites attend, and grant my days... a peaceful, blessed end.
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