On the Balloon being steer'd by Eagles, which was to have gone off from Ranelagh-Gardens

A Balloon I do hear
Is a going to fly,
Two Eagles to steer it
Aloft and so high.
But on Eagles Wings
The Lord he does bare
All his People that love him,
And serve him with fear.
His Arms are beneath them,
No danger is near,
No hazards like riding
Balloons in the Air.
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