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Nimrod1, hunting after fame,
2Built this huge
fabric2to get him a
4And all man’s petty projects overthrow),
With slime and brick, instead of lime and stone,5
6He meant to reach unto God’s glorious throne.
7O, vain! To think by those terrestrial towers
9Foolishly dreaming their dim mortal sight
10Could view invisible, inaccessible light!
11From this the
fiction of the giants9rose,
12When they th’Olympic deities oppose;
14When at his head he threw a hundred rocks;
15Like molehills, mountain upon mountains hailed.
16Thus, most presumptuously,
routed13this rebellious crew.
18So let usurping Nimrods have their due:
19Let their accurséd plots prove their delusion;
For fancied glory, let them find confusion.14
21But from presumption, Lord preserve my soul,
That15in thy mercy I may safely
23Resting in Christ, that blesséd
24Then by his steps I’ll mount his glorious throne.