8. Let the floods clap their hands. The
rolling rivers, the tidal estuaries, the roaring cataracts, are here summoned
to pay their homage, and to clap their hands, as men do when they greet their
sovereign with acclamation. Let the hills be joyful together, or in
concert with the floods. Silent as are the mighty mountains, let them forget
themselves, and burst forth into a sublime uproariousness of mirth.
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