"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!
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