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I send you here an Ax , you must thereby
On hew untill the wood you do descry.
Hew good and whether it will timber serve,
Noting the bad, and it to burn reserve.

May this Ax lyus then well, it is Gods Word
And will a difference easily afford,
Xerxes like, still pursuing in your strength
Well, till the trees be hewed at the length:
Each tree resembles men, the Ax GODS Word,
Lively that hewing on their hearts afford,
Lymming them out fit rymber for the Lord.
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