the they , Dot forget th ce.

them.

The carern's depth, or echoing grove,

| When wild, destructive flames shall wrap the skies, A voice is heard of praise, and love.

When Chaos triumphs, and when Nature dies; As o'er thy work the seasons roll,

Man shall alone the wreck of worlds survive, And sooth, with change of bliss, the soul, Midst failing spheres, immortal man shall live! Oh never may their smiling train

The voice which bade the last dread thunders roll, Pals o'er the human scene in vain !

Shall whilper to the good, and cheer their soul. But oft, as on the charın we gaze,

God shall bimself his favour'd creature guide Artune the wond'ring foul to praise ;

Where living waters pour their blissful tide, And be the joys that most we prize

Where the enlarg'd, exulting, wond'ring mind The joys that from thy favour rife!

Shall foar, from weakness and from guilt refind;
Where perfect knowledge, bright with cloudless

Shall gild eternity's unmeasur'd days; (rays, $ 3;8. A Parapbrase on Ifaiab xlix. 15.

Where friend thip, unembitecrd by distrust,

Mits WILLIAMS. Shall in immortal bands unite the just; Can a woman forget her fucking child, that the Maould not have comi Devotion, rais'd to rapture, breathe her strain,

And love in his eternal triumph reign ! HEAVENIpeaks'Oh Nature, listen and rejoice!

Oh spread from pole to pole this gracious voice! § 339. A Paraphrase on Matt, vii. 12. “ Say every breast of human frame, that proves

Miss WILLIAMS. The boundless force with which a parent loves;

Whatfoever ye would that men thould do to you, do ye even fo to Say, can a mother from her yearning heart Bid the foft image of her child depart? [bear PRECEPT divine' to carth in mercy given ; She! whom strony instinct arms with strength to

O sacred rule of action, worthy heaven! All forins of ill, to thield that deareft care ; Whole pitying love ordaind the blest command She! who with anguilh stung, with madness wild, To bind our nature in a firmer band; Will rush on death to save her threaten’d child; Enforce each human suff'rer's strong appeal, All felfith feelings banith'd from her breast, And reach the selfith breast what others feel; Her life one aiin to make another's bleft Wert thou the guide of life, mankind might know When her vex'd infant to her bosom clings, A soft exemption from the worst of woe; When round her neck his eager arms he flings; No more the powerful would the weak oppress, Brcathes to her lift'ning foul his meling ligti, But tyrants learn the luxury to bless ; And lifts, fuffus’d with tears, his alking eye! No more would llavery bind a hopeless train Will thc, for all ambition can attain,

Of human victims in her galling chain; The charms of pleasure, or the lures of gain, Mercy the hard, the cruel hcart would move Betray strong Nature's feelings? will the prove To foften mis'ry by the deeds of love; Coid to the claims of duty, and of love? And av’rice from his hoarded treasures give, But should the mother from her yearning heart Unafa'd, the liberal boon, that want might live! Bid the soft image of her child depart;

The impious tongue of falsehood then would cease When the vex'd infant to her bosom clings,

To b!ati, with dark fuggeftions, virtue's peace; When round her neck his eager arms he Aings; No more would spleen or paffion banith reft, Should the unpitying hear his melting tigh, And plant a pang in fond affcction's brcalt; And view unmoy'd the tear that fills his eye; By one liarth word, one alter'd look, destroy Should lhe, for all ambition can attain,

Her peace, and wither ev'ry op'ning joy ; The charms of pleasure, or the lures of gain, Scarce can her tongue the caprious wrong explain, Betray strong Nature's feelingshould the The Night offence which gives so deep a pain ! prove

Th’affitted ease that nights her starting tear, Cold to the claims of duty and of love! The words whose coldneis kills from lipstodear;Yet never will the God, whose word gave birth The hand the loves, alone can point the dari, To yon illumind orbs, and this fair earth; Whose hidden sting could wound noother heartWho thro' the boundlefs depths of trackless space These, of all pains the fharpeft we endure, Bade new-wak'd beauty Ipread cach perfect grace; The brcast which now inflicts, would spring to Yet when he form'd the vast stupendous whole, No more descrted genius then would fly [curc. Shed his best bounties on the human soul; To breathe in folitude his hopeless figh; Which reason's light illumes, which friendthip No more would Fortune's partial fmide debase warmis,

The Spirit, rich in intellectual grace; [bloom, Which pity softens, and which virtue charms; Who views unmord fiom scenes where pleasures Which feels the pure affections' gen'rous glow, The flame of genius funk in mis'ry's gloom ; Shares others’ joy, and bleeds for others' woe- The foul heaven forin'd to soar, by want deprelt, Oh never will the gen'ral Father prove

Nor heeds the wrongs that pierce a kindred bieast. Of man forgetful, man the child of love!" Thou righteous Law, whose clear and useful light When all those planets in their ample spheres Sheds on the mind a ray divinely bright; Have wing'd their course, and roll'd their destin'd Condensing in one rule whate'er the fage years;

Has proudly taught, in many a labour'd page; When the vast fun fhall veil his golden light Bid every heart thy hallow d voice revere, Deep in the gloom of everlasting night;

To justice facred, and to nature dear! .

§ 340. pray'r,

$ 340. Reflections on a Future State, from a Still bows submissive to the tyrant hand,

Review of Winter. THOMSON. That tore the suff'rer froin his native land; 'TIS donc ! dread Winter spreads his laten Yet, ere the arts of luxury began,

They boasted liberty, the right of man ; And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. Joy led their hours, and plenty bless’d their toil.

Serene, they saw cach peaceful morning smile, How dcad the vegetable kingdom lies! How dumb the tunerul! Horror wide extends

Their pleading sighs, their suppliant, moving His desolate domain. Behold, fond man!

Daughter of Virtue ! Royal Charlotte, hear! See here thy pictur'd life: pass fome few years, Thy flow'ring Spring, thiy Summer's ardent Sovereign, yet parent of this happy ille, strength,

O’er whofe gay plains fair plenty deigns to smile; Thy sober Autumn fading into age,

Where spotless peace extends her azure wing; And pale concluding Winter comes at last,

Ad liberty's e chanti:g blossoms spring; And ihuts the scene. Ah! whither now are fled Thine is conspatiion’s fympathetic figh, Those dreams of greatness : those unfolid hopes The melting tear that beams in pity's eye: Of happiness those longings after fame ?

The heart like thine, that fecis another's pain, Those restless cares ? those busy bustling days ?

Hears not diftress'd misfortune plead in vain ; Those gay-spent, festive nights ? those veering And lull each raging passion into reft ;

Be 't thine to heal pale sorrow's wounded breast, thoughts Loft between good and ill, that shar'd thy life?

Let not the wretched lave in vain deplore All now are vanith'd! Virtue sole Turvives,

The long-loft joys he must hchold no more ; Inmortal never-failing friend of inan,

Then, while Britannia hails thy facred name,

A deed like this fall swell the trump of fame ; His guide to happiness on high. And see ! 'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth Virtues like thine thall wake the founding lyre, Of heaven and earth! awak’ning nature hears

Each bolom glow with emulative fire ;

And, fivell d with themes like this, the poet's page The new-creating word, and starts to life,

Remain admir'd through cach fuccceding age. In ev'ry heighten'd form, from pain and death For ever free. The great cternal scheme,

When Superstition rais'd her threat’ning hand,

And scatter'd horror round the bleeding land, Involving all, and in a perfect whole Uniting as the prospect wider (preads,

On fad Britannia's ravag'd plains the ftood, To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace.

Drench'd in one fatal stream of martyr'd blood; Ye vainly wise ! ye blind presumptuous ! now,

V'er ev'ry scene with fell delight the flew, Confounded in the dust, adore that Pow'r

And sinil'd, exulting, at the dreadful view; And Wisdom oft arraign'd; see now the cause

Religion's sacred truths, though once design'd

To banish error from the darken'd mind,
Why unassuming worth in secret liv'd,
And died neg!ected: why the good man's share

Availid not here ; her pure celestial light,
In life was gall and bitterness of soul :

Loit in the gloom of fuperftition's night, Why the lone widow and her orphans pin'd

Drooping, beheld the fatal torrent roll

Relittlels terrors o'er the doubtful foul ;
In farving solitude ; while luxury,
In palaces, lay straining her low thought,

Till bright Eliza came, whose matchless (way To form unreal wants : why heaven-born truth, Callid forth tlıc dawn of fair religion's day; And moderation fair, wore the red marks

Cherish'd the genial influence as it rose, Of superstition's scourge : why licens'd pain,

Dispell’d their errors and reliev'd their woes. That cruel spoiler, that embolom'd foc,

Shall Britain, then, who boasts th'unrivall'd deed, Embitter'd all our bliss. Ye good distress'd !

Relentless, fec the guiltless vietiin bleed? Ye noble few! who here unbending stand

Amid the horrors of tormenting pain Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile,

He secks for mercy, but he seeks in vain ; And what your bounded view, which only saw Aitrighted Mercy quits the guilty land, A little part, deem'd evil, is no more:

Where grim Oppreilion waves her cyrant hand; The storms of Wintry Tiine will quickly pass,

Where, to the lavage herd, a harmless prey
And one unbounded Spring encircle all.

Sinks faint bencath the fervid beam of day;
Or, haply trembling in the midnight air,

Sunk in the deepest gloom of low defpair ; $ 341. On Slavery. Miss H. FALCONAR.

Or burning thirst and furious want, combin'd, ΤΟ.

man superior reason's light was giv'n. With wild distraction fire bis glowing mind, Reason, the noblest gift of bounteous Heav'n, Till death restores to him eternal reft, Unfailing beam, bright intellectual ray,

And calms the tumults of his troubled breast. Thou steady guide through error's devious way; The British youth, torn from his much-lov'd Say, wert thou first by gracious Heav'n design'd

home, To stamp injustice on the human kind ? O'er foreign seas and foreign coafts to roam, Forbid it truth, forbid it ev'ry breast

Amid the fury of the piercing blast, That heaves in pity for the wretch opprest: The swell'd wave circling round the thirer'd mast, Yet reason, justice, mercy, plead in vain ; While bursting peals of thunder rend the skies, Still the fad victim drags his galling chain; And o'er the deck the foaming billows sise,

Awhile in terror views the lightning glare, Loft in the pleasing drcam, awhile the soul,
With streaming horror, through the midnight air; Where av’rice reign'd secure from all controul,
The form once past, he gains the friendly ray Slept calm, till conscience, with unerring dart,
Of hope, to guide him through the dang'rous way; Struck deep conviction through the guilty heart;
Smiling, the bids each future prospect rile, And bade reflection wake the feeling mind,
Through fancy's varied mirror, to his eyes. That eurn’d to ev'ry scene it left behind :
Not to the slave; opprefs'd with secret care, There might they see the tortur'd wretch implore
He finks the hapless victim of despair ; Eternal vengeance on Britannia's fhore ;
Or doom'd to torments that might even move In filent grief, amid distraction wild,
The ftecly heart, and melt it into love; The wretched parent mourn her long-lost child :
Till, worn with anguith, with’ring in his bloom, These scenes appear when death, in terror drest,
He falls an early tenant of the tomb !

Bids sharp repentance wound the thudd'ring breast,
Shail Britain view, unmov'd, sad Afric's shore When o'er your heads th' avenging thunders roll,
Delug'd lo oft in streams of purple gore ! And quick destruction seems to snatch the foul ;
Britain, where science, peace, and plenty, smile, When falt around the dreadful lightnings fall,
Virtue's bright seat and freedom's favour'd ille! And guilt Thall hear th’incens'd Almighty's call;
Rich are her plains and fruitful is her clime, Then will his wrath destroy the life he gave,
The scourge of tyrants, and the boast of tine; And justice snatch the soul that mercy could not
Of ev'ry virtue, ev'ry worth, poffeft,

fave. That fires the hero's or the patriot's breast : Britain, be thine the glorious task to heal There, nobly warm'd with animating fire, The bleeding wounds thy wretched fons thall feel; Our Shakespeare struck his foul-commandinglyre; Extend thy ev'ry noble pow'r to fave There scenes of bliss immortal Milton lung, The wretch just toit'ring o'er an early grave; And notes harmonious issued from his tongue : For, noble were the decd that could impart And bards like thele fhall boast in ev'ry age, Reviving vigour to the drooping heart; While native genius glows in Hayley's page; For, then no more the fatal branch thall bind, While genius bids, to our enchanted eyes, In golden ties, the loft enchanted mind; In Swift's own strains, a second Pope arise. Tear ev'ry fibre from the verdant root, When truth, perplex'd in error's thorny maze, And blast each dang'rous blossom ere it shoot ; Threw o'er the world obscur'd and darken'd rays, So Thall the praise of ransom'd millions rise, Then Newtop role, unveil'd the beauteous maid: In grateful incense, to the echoing skies; He spoke, and nature stood at once display'd. So through the world tly matchlets fame extend, These were the souls that Britain once pofTefs’d, And wond'ring nations hail thee mercy's friend; When genuine virtue fir'd the patriot's breast; Thec, first in ev'ry virtue, ev'ry worth, And still thall she protect fair freedom's caute, That gives to glory or to genius birth; And vindicate her violated laws;

Let thy avenging, thy all-conqu’ring, hand Waft peace and freedom to a wretched land, Give peace and freedom to an injur'd land ! And fi atter blellings with a lib'ral hand. Glory be thine; and let pale mis’ry prove

la Britain's paradise, by freedom made, The joys of friendship and the bliss of love!
The tree of commerce spreads its ample shade ; And heav'nly liberty's celestial ray
Untparing plenty bends the lofty brow, Beam o'er the world one pure eternal day!
And wealth bright glitters on cach golden bough;
On come the richest gems of India Thone, § 342, A Prayer in the Prospect of Death. Burns.
And added lustre to the British throne;

O THOU unknown Almighty Caule
Such as in gentle radiance might ourvie

Of all my hope and fear! The melting luftre of the sparkling eye ;

In whose dread Prelence, ere an hour, Such as in gay variety might grace

Perhaps I must appear!
The native beauties of the lovely face :

If I have wander'd in those paths
On some the bud of health, in rosy bloom, Of life I ought to thun,
Callid languid sickness from an early tomb; As Something loudly in

my

breast Or bade contented labour calmly smile

Remontirates I have done;
O'er the rich prospect of his native foil.

Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me
One ample branch, superior to the rest,
Role to the view, in splendid radiance drest;

With passions wild and it rong;
On ev'ry leaf the tempting manna hung,

And lift'ning to their witching voice

Has often led me wrong.
In golden dyes each beauteous bloilom sprung;
The flow'rs of brightest hue oppression nam’d,

Where human weakness has come short,
Vet from the tree the rank of commerce claim'd. Or frailty stepp'd aside,
Led by the fair deceit, beneath its shade

Do Thou, All-Good! for such Thou art,
With cager eye the flaves of av'rice stray'd ; In fhades of darkness hide.
This fatal fruit was loveliest to the view, Where with intention I have errod,
That on the spreading tree of commerce grew; No other plea I have,
They grasp'd the baneful load with fatal hatte, But, Thou art good; and goodncis Nill
Destructive poison to th' enchanted tafte ;

Delightcth to forgive.

§ 343•

$ 343. The Genealogy of Corist, as it is repre- There Absalom the ravith'd sceptre sways,

Jented on the Easi Window of Winchester College And his ftulen honour all his shame displays:
Chapel. Written at Winton School, by Dr. The basc usurper Youth! who joins in one
LOWTH.

The rebel subject and th' ungrateful fon.
AT once to raise our rev'rence and deliglit, Amid the royal sace, see Nathan stand :

To elevate the mind, and pleafe the light, Fervent he secms to speak, and lift his hand;
To
pour
in virtue at th' attentive eye,

His looks th' emotion of his foul disclose,
And waft the foul on wings of echaly ; And eloquence from ev'ry gesture flows.
For this the painter's art with nature vics, Such, and so fern he came, ordain'd to bring
And bids the visionary faint arise :

Th' ungrateful mandate to the guilty King :
Who views the sacred forms in thought aspires, When, at his dreadful voice, a ludden smart
Catclics pure zcal, and, as he gazes, fires ; Shot thro’the treinbling monarch's conscious heart,
Feels the same ardour to his breast convey'd; From his own lips condemn'd; fevere decree !
Is what he sees, and emulates the fade. Had his God prov'd fo fiein a Judge as He.

Thy ftrokes, great Artist, so sublime appcar, But man with frailty is allied by birth ;
They check our pleasure with an awful fear; Confummate purity ne'er dwelt on earth :
While thro' the niortal line the God you trace, Thro' all the foul tho' virtue holds the rcin,
Author himself and Heir of Jeffe's race, Bcats at the heart, and springs in ev'ry vein,
In raptures we admire thy bold design,

Yet ever from the clcarift jource' have ran
And, as the lubject, own the band divinc. Some gross alloy, fomc tincture of the man.
While thro'thy work the rifing day fhall stream, But who is he deep muling in his mind,
So long thall last thinc honour, praile, and name. He seems to weigh in reason's fcales mankind;
And may thy labours to the Mule impart Fix'd contemplation holds his steady eyes
Some emanation from her Gifter art,

I know the lage t, the wisest of the wise.
To animate the verse, and bid it thine

Bleft with all man could with, or prince obtain,
In colours ealy, bright, and strong as thine ! Yet his great heart pronounc'd those blessings vain.
Supine on earth an awful figure lies,

And lo! bright glittering in his facred hands,
While foftest numbers seem to seal his eyes; In miniature the glorious templc stands.
The hoary fire Heaven's guardian care demands, Effulgent frame ! Itupendous in bel cld !
And at his feet the watchful angel stands. Gold the firong valves, the roof of burnith'd gold.
The form august and large, the mien divine, The wand'ring ark, in that bright dome enthrin'd,
Betray the founder of Mefliah's linc *.

Spreads the itrong light, cternal, unconfin'd!
Lo! from his joins the promis'd Item ascend, Above th’ unutterable glory plays,
And high to Heaven its sacred boughs extend : Prcfence divine ! and the full-streaming rays
Each limb productive of some hero fprings, Pour thro' reluctans clouds intolerable blaze.
And bloomis luxuriant with a race of kings. But stern oppreflion rends Reboam's reign;
Th' eternal plant wide spreads its arms around, See the gay prince, injurious, proud, and vain!
And with the mighty branch the mystic top is Th' imperial sceptre torters in his hand,
crown'd.

And proud rebellion triumphs in the land.
And lo! the glories of th' illustrious linc Curs d with corruprion's ever-fruitful fpring,
At their first dawn with ripen’d fplendours thine, A beardless Senate, and a laughry King.
In David all exprefs'd; the good, the great, There Ara, good and great, the fccpire bears,
The king, the hero, and the man complete. Justice attends his peace, luccets his wars :
Serene he fits, and sweeps the golden lyre, While virtue was his sword and Heaven his shield,
And blends the prophet's with the poet's fire. Without controul the warrior livept the field;
See! with what art he strikes the vocal strings, Loaded with fpoiis, triumphant he return’d,
The God, his theme, infpiring what he fings! And half her lwarthy fons fad Ethiopia mourn'da
Hark-or our cars delude us--from his tongue But since thy fagging piery decay'd,
Sweet flows, or seems to How, some heavenly tong. And barter'd God's defence for human aid;
Oh could thine art arrest thc fleeting found, See their fair laurels wither on the brow,
And paint the voice in magic numbers bound ; Nor herbs nor healthful aits avail thee now,
Could the warm sun, as erft when Memnon play'd, Noris Heav'n chang’d, apoliate prince, but thou.
Wake with his rising beam the vocal shade; No mcan atonement does this lapse require ;
Then might lie draw th' attentive angels down, But see the Son, you must forgive the Sire:
Bending to hear the lay, fo fivect, fo like their own. He I, the just prince- with ev'ry virtue bleft
On either side the monarch's offspring thine, He reign'd, and goodness all the man poflets d;
And fome adorr, and fome disgrace their line. Around his throne fair happiness and peace
Here Ammon glories; proud incestuous lord ! Smooth'd ev'ry brow, and iimil'd in ev'ry face.
This hand sustains the robe, and that the sword. As when along the burning waste he stray'd,
Frowning and fierce, with haughty ftrides he Where no puie streams in bubbling mazes play'd,
tow'rs,

Where drought incumbent on the thirsty ground
And on his horrid brow defiance low'rs. Longfince had breath'd her scorching blaltsaround,

* Jeffe.

+ Solomon,

# Josaphat.

The

Thc * prophet calls, th' obedient floods repair Yet shall Jehovah's servants fand secure,
To the parch'd fields, for Josaphat was there. His mercy fix'd, eternal thall endure;
The new-spring waves, in inany a gurgling vein, On them her ever-healing rays shall shine ;
Trickle luxurious through the fucking plain; More mild and bright, and lure, Ofun! than thine.
Freih honours the reviving fields adorn, At length the long-expected Prince behold,
And o'er the desert plenty pours her horn. The last good King; in ancient days foretold,
So, from the throne his influence he sheds, When Bethel's altar spoke his future fame,
And bids the virtues raise their languid heads : Rent to its base, at good Josiah's name.
Where'er he goes, attending Truth prevails, Bleft, happy prince ! o'er whosc lamented urn,
Oppression flies, and Justice lifts her scales. In plaintive song, all Judah's daughters mourn;
See, on his arm the royal cagle stand,

For whom sad Sion's softest sorrow Aows,
Great type of conquest and lupreme command; And Jeremiah pours his fiveet mclodious woes.
Th' exulting bird dittinguith d triumph brings, But now fallen Sion, once the fair and grcar,
And greets the Monarch with expanded wings. Sits deep in duft, abandon’d, defolate;
Fierce Moab's fons prevent th' impending blow, Bleeds her fad heart, and ever stream her eyes,
Rush on themselves, and fall without the foe. And anguish tears her with convulsive lighs.
The pious hero vanquish'd Heaven by pray'r; The mournful captive spreads her hands in vain,
His faith an army, and his vows a war.

Her hands, that rankle with the fervile chain; Thee too, Ozias, fates indulgent bless'd, Till hell, great Chief! in Heaven's appointed time, And thy days shone in faireit actions drest : Leads back her children to their native clime.

Till that rash hand, by foıne blind phrensy sway'd, Fair liberty revives with all her joys,
Unclean, the sacred office durst invade. And bids her envied walls securely rise.
Quick o'er thy limbs the scurfy venom ran, And thou, great hallow'd dome, in ruin spread,
And hoary filth besprinkled all the man. Again thalt lift sublime thy facred head.

Transmissive worth adorns the pious + Son, But, ah! with weeping eyes, the ancients view
The father's virtues with the father's throne. A faint resemblance of the old in you.
Lo! there he stands: he who the rage subdued No more th' effulgent glory of thy God
Of Ammon's sons, and drench'd his livord in Speaks awful answers from the mystic cloud;
blood.

No more thine altars blaze with fire divine ; And dost thou, Ahaz, Judah's scourge, disgrace And Heaven has left thy folitary shrine. With thy base front the glories of thy race ? Yet, in thy courts, hereafter shalt thou see, See the vile King his iron fceptre bear Presence immediate of the Deity, [Thee. His only praise attends the pious # Heir; The light himself reveal'd, the God confcss'din He, in whose soul the virtues all conspire,

And now at length the fated term of years The best good son from the worst wicked fire. The world's desire have brought, and lo! the God And lo! in Hezekiah's golden reign,

appears. Long exil'd piety returns again;

The Heavenly Babe the Virgin Mother bears, Again in genuine purity the thines, [thrines. And her fond looks confess the parent's cares ; And with her presence gilds the long-neglected The pleasing burden on her breast the lays, Ill-starr'd does proud Allyria's impious § Lord Hangs o'er his charms, and with a smile surveys : Bid Heaven to arms, and vaunt his dreadful sword; The infant (miles, to her fond bosom prest, His own vain threats th’insulting King o’erthrow, And wantons, sportive, on the mother's breast. But breathe new courage on the gen'rous foe. A radiant glory speaks him all Divine, Th' avenging Angel, by divine command, And in the Child the beams of Godhead shine. The fiery sword full-blazing in his hand, But now, alas ! far other views disclose Leant down from heav'n:amid the stormherode, The blackest comprehensive scene of woes. March'd Pestilence before him; as he trod, See where man's voluntary sacrifice Pale Desolation bath'd his steps in blood. Bows his meek head, and God eternal dies ! Thick wrapt in night thro’the proud host he pass’d, Fixt to the Cross his hcaling arms are bound, Dispensing death,

and drove the furious blast; While copious Mercy streams from ev'ry wound. Nor bade Destruction give her revels o'er Mark the blood-drops that life exhausting roll, Till the gorg'd sword was drunk with human gore. And the strong pang that rends the stubborn loul, But what avails thce, pious prince, in vain As all death's tortures, with severe delay, Thy sceptre rescued, and th' Assyrian Nain? Exult and riot in the noblest prey ! Even now the foul maintains her latest strife, And canst thou, stupid man, those sorrows see, And death's chill grasp congeals the fount of life. Nor share the anguilh which He bears for thee? Yet see, kind Heaven renews thy brittle thread, Thy sin, for which his facred Ach is torn, And rolls full fifteen summers o'er thy head; Points cv'ry nail, and sharpens ev'ry thorn. Lo! the receding sun repeats his way,

Canst thou ! while nature smarts in ev'ry wound, And, like thy life, prolongs the falling day. And each pang cleaves the sympathetic ground ! Tho' nature her inverted course forego,

Lo! the black fun, his chariot backward driven, The day forget to rest, the time to flow, Blors out the day, and perillies from Heaven: * Ewha. + Jotham,

Hezekiah.
Sennacherib. # Zorobabel.

Earth,

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