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The ATHEIST.
I.
GReat knowing Hero! Who dares boast
A Conquest o're the Lord of Host!
Thou wear'st a Soul that scorns to be
Corrupted with the Notion of a Deity;
Thou know'st this World was made by chance,
In thy eternal Atoms luckey Dance,
That in their heedless motion hit
At last on thee, thou mighty Man of Wit.
Thy shuffl'd Atoms that thus joyn'd,
And to make a World combin'd,
By the last Trumps inliv'ning sound
Shall be without blind chance calld from the world round;
And when they're all together met,
Shall the Agony beget,
Then thou shall be
Rebuilt to an Eternity