While we saw the divinity to be pleased with,
The king of demands was set against the dread
And the fear of a motherhood of evil,
So much praise was then absent.
We pardoned the people, and then the tyrant
Of displeasure, of deceit, of lies and idolatry.
The real price for disobedience hung for men,
And women and children stung from wasps,
Feeling the houses of depravity, and their luxury
After so much suffering was lifted.
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