"THE mountain village was destroy`d; But see how soon is fill`d the void! Shingles and boards, as by magic arise, The babe in his cradle and swaddling-clothes lies; How blest to trust to God`s protection!" Behold a wooden new erection, So that, if sparks and wind but choose, God`s self at such a game must lose!SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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