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Therefore is my wisest plan

Not to trust in strength of man.



I my heavy sins bewail,

Whilst I view the wo and wail



Handed down so solemnly

In the book of times gone by.



Onward, onward, now I'll move

In the name of Christ above,



And his Mother true and dear,

She who loves the wretch to cheer.



All I know, and all I've heard

I will state - how God appear'd



And to Noah thus did cry:

Weary with the world am I;



Let an ark by thee be built,

For the world is lost in guilt;



And when thou hast built it well,

Loud proclaim what now I tell:



Straight repent ye, for your Lord

In his hand doth hold a sword.



And good Noah thus did call:

Straight repent ye one and all,



For the world with grief I see

Lost in vileness utterly.



God's own mandate I but do,

He hath sent me unto you.



Laugh'd the world to bitter scorn,

I his cruel sufferings mourn;



Brawny youths with furious air

Drag the Patriarch by the hair;



Lewdness governs every one:

Leaves her convent now the nun,



And the monk abroad I see

Practising iniquity.



Now I'll tell how God, intent

To avenge, a vapour sent,



With full many a dreadful sign -

Mighty, mighty fear is mine:



As I hear the thunders roll,

Seems to die my very soul;



As I see the world o'erspread

All with darkness thick and dread;



I the pen can scarcely ply

For the tears which dim my eye,



And o'ercome with grievous wo,

Fear the task I must forego



I have purposed to perform. -

Hark, I hear upon the storm



Thousand, thousand devils fly,

Who with awful howlings cry:



Now's the time and now's the hour,

We have licence, we have power



To obtain a glorious prey. -

I with horror turn away;



Tumbles house and tumbles wall;

Thousands lose their lives and all,



Voiding curses, screams and groans,

For the beams, the bricks and stones



Bruise and bury all below -

Nor is that the worst, I trow,



For the clouds begin to pour

Floods of water more and more,



Down upon the world with might,

Never pausing day or night.



Now in terrible distress

All to God their cries address,



And his Mother dear adore, -

But the time of grace is o'er,



For the Almighty in the sky

Holds his hand upraised on high.



Now's the time of madden'd rout,

Hideous cry, despairing shout;






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