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The Mountain Village
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“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!