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We trace the pow'r of Death from tomb to tomb, / And his are all the ages yet to come.
'Tis his to call the planets from on high, / To blacken Phoebus, and dissolve the sky; / His too, when all in his dark realms are hurl'd, / From its firm base to shake the solid world; / His fatal sceptre rules the spacious whole, / And trembling nature rocks from pole to pole.