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A Shout That Tore Hell's Concave, And Beyond / Frightened The Reign Of Chaos And Old Night.

Hail Holy Light, Offspring Of Heav'n Firstborn!

Be Lowly Wise: Think Only What Concerns Thee And Thy Being.

The Mountain Nymph, Sweet Liberty.

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.