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Hope, like the taper's gleamy light,.
Adorns the wretch's way;

And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.

SECOND PRIEST.

RECITATIVE.

Why this delay? At length for joy prepare.
I read your looks, and see compliance there.
Come on, and bid the warbling rapture rise,
Our monarch's fame the noblest theme supplies.
Begin, ye captive bands, and strike the lyre,
The time, the theme, the place, and all conspire.

CHALDEAN WOMAN.

AIR.

See the ruddy morning smiling,
Hear the grove to bliss beguiling;
Zephyrs through the woodland playing,
Streams along the valley straying.

FIRST PRIEST..

While these a constant revel keep,
Shall reason only teach to weep?
Hence, intruder! we'll pursue
Nature, a better guide than you.

SECOND PRIEST.

RECITATIVE.

But hold! see, foremost of the captive choir,
The master-prophet grasps his full-toned lyre.
Mark where he sits with executing art,

Feels for each tone, and speeds it to the heart;
See how prophetic rapture fills his form,
Awful as clouds that nurse the growing storm.
And now his voice, accordant to the string,
Prepares our monarch's victories to sing.

FIRST PROPHET.

AIR.

From north, from south, from east, from west,
Conspiring nations come;
Tremble, thou vice-polluted breast;

Blasphemers, all be dumb.

The tempest gathers all around,

On Babylon it lies;

Down with her! down, down to the ground

She sinks, she groans, she dies.

SECOND PROPHET.

Down with her, Lord, to lick the dust,

Before yon setting sun;

Serve her as she hath served the just!

'Tis fix'd-It shall be done.

FIRST PRIEST.

RECITATIVE.

No more! when slaves thus insolent presume,
The king himself shall judge, and fix their doom.
Unthinking wretches! have not you, and all,
Beheld our power in Zedekiah's fall?

To yonder gloomy dungeon turn your eyes;
See where dethroned your captive monarch lies,
Deprived of sight, and rankling in his chain;

See where he mourns his friends and children slain.
Yet know, ye slaves, that still remain behind
More ponderous chains, and dungeons more confined.

CHORUS OF ALL.

Arise, all potent ruler, rise,

And vindicate thy people's cause;
Till every tongue in every land
Shall offer up unfeign'd applause.

[Exeunt

ACT III.

RECITATIVE.

FIRST PRIEST.

Yes, my companions, Heaven's decrees are pass'd,
And our fix'd empire shall for ever last:

In vain the madd'ning prophet threatens woe,
In vain rebellion aims her secret blow;

Still shall our name and growing power be spread,
And still our justice crush the traitor's head.

AIR.

Coeval with man
Our empire began,
And never shall fall
Till ruin shakes all.
When ruin shakes all,

Then shall Babylon fall.

SECOND PROPHET.

RECITATIVE.

'Tis thus the proud triumphant rear the head, A little while, and all their power is fled.

But, ha! what means yon sadly plaintive train,
That onward slowly bends along the plain?
And now, behold, to yonder bank they bear
A pallid corse, and rest the body there.
Alas! too well mine eyes indignant trace
The last remains of Judah's royal race.
Fall'n is our King, and all our fears are o'er,
Unhappy Zedekiah is no more.

AIR.

Ye wretches who by fortune's hate
In want and sorrow groan,
Come ponder his severer fate,
And learn to bless your own.,

FIRST PROPHET.

You vain, whom youth and pleasure guide,
Awhile the bliss suspend;

Like yours, his life began in pride,
Like his, your lives shall end.

FIRST PROPHET.

RECITATIVE.

Behold his wretched corse with sorrow worn,
His squalid limbs by ponderous fetters torn;
Those eyeless orbs that shock with ghastly glare,
Those unbecoming rags, that matted hair!
And shall not Heaven for this avenge the foe,
Grasp the red bolt, and lay the guilty low?

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