The Fall:Benjamin Beddome.1717-1795

When Satan saw his rebel host,

His cause,and heaven forever lost,

Malice and wraft his mind possessed,

And fury burned within his breast,

He knew how vain the attempts to rise,

With impious rage against the skys;

But bent on ill,another way,

He turns his arms,and wins the day.

Twas in a dark ungaurded hour;

That our first parents felt his power;

Soft innocence and virtue fell

An easy prey to death and hell

Yes sons of God,the Tempter fly,

Nor the unequal contest try;

By promise bliss the fiend decoys,

First he allures,and then destroys.

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