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Can they keep up your every hope,
If I destroy the land?
Without my rain can you contain?
Be wise, and understand,
There is not a thing on earth is seen
But I created all;
And if I do give up my reign,
Just like the seas must fall.
Then how can you preserved be,
What pleasures are there there?
No more from Satan can there be
Than in the seas appear.
No corn nor wine you there can find,
No solid place of rest;
I formed the seas, I formed the land,
To show how both were placed.
The rain is from ME, you all may see,
Survey your every land;
The cedars and the lofty trees
Were planted by my hand;
Your gardens and your gallant walks
Were surely placed by ME;
Talents I have given to men,
That all improved might be.
There is not a worm on earth below,
But I did create at first;
There is no wisdom men can show,
But all from ME does burst.
So now see clear, my hand is here;
Survey this earthly ground;
If anything like Satan does appear,
It must in the seas be found:
That is to swell in rage from hell,
Like angry seas applied;
Like foaming billows he does swell,
That is rolling like the tide;
Unto the shore he would appear
To show his raging pride.
But now see plain, you sons of men,
His power can be no more
Than is the raging of the seas,
If you stand safe on shore:
But if you come to vote for him,
Then launch into the deep:
And if you footing there can find,
Then Satan's kingdom keep.”