Song 77: Concerning the Treasures of Snow and Hail

Tell, hast thou been where hail and snow,
My martial treasures are,
Which I reserve for times of woe,
And for the day of war?

Hast thou these airy realms survey'd,
Where I this armour lay,
'Gainst sinful lands to be display'd,
On that tremendous day.
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