Undismayed of the dark terror
If soothed by what, cloud-broke
Through a rains' Earth-purging in stride
Does Judgement Day evoke;
For this in its sound foreshadows
Whose hour, Death's to relay
Relief! At all of Cares' grossness
World below, washed away.
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