Remov'd by the Invader's barb'rous Hand,
Shall grace his Triumph in a foreign Lands
The Tyrant fhall demand yon facred Load
Of Gold and Veffels fet a-part to GOD, DA
Then by vile Hands to common Use debas'd;
Shall fend them flowing round his drunken Feast,
With facrilegious Taunt, and impious Jeft.
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Twice fourteen Ages fhall their Way complete:
Empires by various Turns fhall rife and fet;
While Thy abandon'd Tribes fhall only know
A diff'rent Master, and a Change of Woé:
With down-caft Eye-lids, and with Looks a-ghaft,
Shall dread the Future, or bewail the Paft.
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Afflicted ISRAEL fhall fit weeping down,
Fast by the Streams, where BABEL'S Waters run;
Their Harps upon the neighb'ring Willows hung,
Nor joyous Hymn encouraging their Tongue,
Nor chearful Dance their Feet; with Toil oppress'd,
Their weary'd Limbs afpiring but to Rest.
In the reflective Stream the fighing Bride,
Viewing her Charms impair'd, abafh'd fhall hide
Her penfive Head; and in her languid Face
The Bridegroom fhall fore-fee his fickly Race:
While pond'rous Fetters vex their close Embrace.
With irkfome Anguish then your Priests fhall mourn
Their long-neglected Feafts defpair'd Return,
And fad Oblivion of their folemn Days.
Thenceforth their Voices They hall only raife,
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Louder to weep. By Day your frighted Seers
Shall call for Fountains to exprefs, their Tears;
And with their Eyes were Flouds: by Night from Dreams
Of opening Gulphs, black Storms, and raging Flames,
Starting amaz'd, fhall to the People fhow
Emblems of Heav'nly Wrath, and Mystic Types of Woe.
The Captives, as their Tyrant fhall require, That They fhould breath the Song, and touch the Lyre, Shall fay can JACOB's fervile Race rejoice,
Untun'd the Mufic, and difus'd the Voice?
What can we play? (They fhall difcourfe) how fing
In foreign Lands, and to a Barb'rous King?
We and our Fathers from our Childhood bred
To watch the cruel Victor's Eye, to dread
The arbitrary Lash, to bend, to grieve;
(Out-caft of Mortal Race!) can We conceive
Image of ought delightful, soft, or gay?
Alas! when We have toyl'd the longfome Day
The fullest Bliss our Hearts afpire to know,
Is but fome Interval from active Woe;
In broken Reft, and ftartling Sleep to mourn;
'Till Morn, the Tyrant, and the Scourge return.
Bred up in Grief, can Pleasure be our Theme
Our endless Anguifh does not Nature claim?
Reason, and Sorrow are to Us the Same.
Alas! with wild Amazement We require,
If Idle Folly was not Pleafure's Sire:
Madness, We fancy, gave an Ill-tim'd Birth
To grinning Laughter, and to frantic Mirth.
This is the Series of perpetual Woe,
Which Thou, alas! and Thine are born to know.
Illustrious Wretch, repine not, nor reply:
View not, what Heav'n ordains, with Reafon's Eye;
Too bright the Object is: the Distance is too high.
The Man who would refolve the Work of Fate,
May limit Number, and make Crooked Strait:
Stop Thy Enquiry then; and curb Thy Senfe';
Nor let Duft argue with Omnipotence.
'Tis GOD who must dispose, and Man sustain,
Born to endure, forbidden to complain.
Thy Sum of Life muft His Decrees fulfill:
What derogates from His Command, is Ill;
And that alone is Good, which centers in His Will.
Yet that thy Lab'ring Senfes may not droop, Loft to Delight, and deftitute of Hope; Remark what I, GOD's Meffenger, aver
From Him, who neither can deceive, nor err.
The Land at length redeem'd, fhall ceafe to mourn;
Shall from her fad Captivity return.
SION fhall raife her long-dejected Head;
And in her Courts the Law again be read.
Again the glorious Temple fhall arise,
And with new Luftre pierce the neighb'ring Skies.
The promis'd Seat of Empire fhall again
Cover the Mountain, and command the Plain,
And from Thy Race diftinguish'd, ONE fhall fpring,
Greater in Act than Victor, more than King
In Dignity and Pow'r, fent down from Heav'n,
To fuccour Earth. To HIM, to HIM 'tis giv'n,
Paffion, and Care, and Anguifh to deftroy.
Thro' HIM foft Peace, and Plenitude of Joy
Perpetual o'er the World redeem'd fhall flow.
No more may Man inquire, nor Angel know.
NOW, SOLOMON, rememb'ring Who thou art,
Act thro' thy remnant Life the decent Part.
Go forth: Be strong: With Patience, and with Care
Perform, and Suffer: To Thy felf severe,
Gracious to Others, Thy Defires suppress'd,
Diffus'd Thy Virtues, First of Men, be Best.
Thy Sum of Duty let Two Words contain;
O may they graven in thy Heart remain!
Be Humble, and be Juft. The Angel faid:
With upward Speed His agile Wings He spread;
Whilst on the holy Ground I proftrate lay,
By various Doubts impell'd, or to obey,
Or to object: at length (my mournful Look
Heav'n-ward erect) determin'd, thus I fpoke:
Supreme, Allwife, Eternal Potentate!
Sole Author, Sole Difpofer of our Fate!
Enthron'd in Light, and Immortality,
Whom no Man fully fees, and none can see!
Original of Beings! Pow'r Divine!
Since that I Live, and that I Think, is Thine;
Benign Creator, let Thy plaftic Hand
Dispose it's own Effect. Let Thy Command
Restore, Great Father, Thy Inftructed Son;
And in My Act may THY great WILL BE DONE.
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