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[[foreign: French]] Electre n'attend point cet effort de la tienne. Je connais ta vertu: rends justice à la mienne. Crois moi loin d'écouter ta tendresse pour moi De Clytemnestre icy, crains l'exemple pour toi. Romps toi même un hymen ou l'on veut me contraindre Les femmes [[underline]] de mon sang, ne sont que trop [[/underline]] à craindre [[/foreign]] Indulgent God, Oh how shall mortal raise His Soul to due returns of grateful praise For bounty so profuse to humankind, Thy wondrous gift of an eternal mind. Shall I who some few years ago was less than worm, or mite, or shadow can express, Was nothing; shall I live, when ev'ry fire And ev'ry Star, shall languish or expire? When Earth no more, shall I survive above? And thro' the radiant files of angels move. Or as before the throne of God I stand See new worlds rolling from his spacious hand.
