1.[ne]

Belshazzar! from the banquet turn,

Nor in thy sensual fulness fall;

Behold! while yet before thee burn

The graven words, the glowing wall,[nf]

Many a despot men miscall

Crowned and anointed from on high;

But thou, the weakest, worst of all—

Is it not written, thou must die?[ng]

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