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(Tho' once of grandeur and of power poffeft,
And all the treasures of the shining East)
There near th' oppressor sleeps th' oppress’d in peace,
And there the pris’ner's cries for ever cease.
Levell’d by death, the victor and the slave
Lie mix'd and undistinguish'd in the grave.
The wicked there no more the just molest,
And there the weary find eternal rest!
Why sparest thou, O LORD! a life like mine?
While with incessant prayers for death I pine:
Why is that blessing given to wealth and pride,
But to the wretch distress'd like me, deny'd ?
While o'er my head thy awful terrors brood,
Beset my path, and mingle with my food.
In vain my cries and groans continual rise,
In vain my tears I pour, and waste my sighs!
While yet I knew the softest hours of ease,
My ill-presaging thoughts disturb’d my peace;
And now the storm that at a distance lowr'd,
On me has its collected vengeance pour'd.
ARK how, ere eve, the morning honors fade!
What stood in glory, see in ruins laid ! By birth we die :---our fate we draw with breath, And life beginning teems with feeds of death.
DAVID'S LAMENTATION OVER SAUL
HY glory, Israel, and thy beauty mourn !
They're vanish'd, never, never to return !
Ah! who in feeble mortals strength would trust,
Whose glory is so near ally'd to dust?
O tell it not in Gath's triumphant gate,
Nor Ifrael's shame in Alkelon relate,
Left proud Philistia should insulting cry,
Where's now the boasted Ruler of the sky ?
O fatal Gilboa, where my friend was slain,
No dew on thee descend, no kindly rain !
No corn nor wine thy blasted mountains yield;
For there was lost the chosen warrior's shield,
The fhield of SAUL! profan'd his facred head,
The monarch blended with the vulgar dead !
How did thy shafts through battle's dread array,
O JONATHAN, unerring urge their way!
By SAUL's destroying sword what armies fell,
Let Ammon's sons, and vanquishid Nahash tell.
O most majestic, all-accomplish'd pair,
Of peace the wonder, and the pride of war,
Lovely in life, in death too near ally'd !
With his bold fire the blooming hero dy'd !
Mourn, all ye matrons, all ye virgins, mourn;
Your flow'ry wreaths to cypress garlands turn;
Your much lov'd king with grateful tears deplore !
Let rich Sidonian robes delight' no more,
For SAUL who gave them, gen'rous saul is lost;
Dead are your heroes, perish'd Israel's boast !
How are the mighty fall'n! their strength how vain!
O JONATHAN, O friend untimely llain!
Weak are all words, how shall I thee commend,
My more than brother, and my more than friend!
My life, my JONATHAN! and must we part?
Ah! who can speak this bitterness of heart?
Sore, sore within me is my soul distress’d;
Thine image bleeds for ever in my breast,
With fond remembrance, whilst my thoughts o'erflow,
And friendship past survives in present woe:
That friendship which once breath'd celestial fire,
More pure than woman's love and soft desire.
How are the mighty' fall’n, their fate deplore ! Thy sword and shield, O Ifrael, are no more !
DESIGNED FOR THE STATUE OF EDWARD THE
SIXTH, IN ST. THOMAS'S HOSPITAL.
N Edward's brow no laurels cast a shade,
Nor at his feet are warlike spoils display'd; Yet here, since first his bounty rais'd the pile, The lame grow active, and the languid smile: See this, ye chiefs, and, struck with envy, pine, To kill is brutal, but to save, divine.
PSALM CXXXVII. PARAPHRASED.
W And make the vales of Babylonia gay, [itray,
On the green borders of the silver flood,
Judea's exil'd mournful children stood :
A pensive land, opprest with grief fevere,
For Zion's fate they shed the frequent tear;
Their silent harps, so tuneful late, unstrung,
High on the branches of the willows hung;
When lo! their enemies demand the strains
That erst resounded sweet on Judah's plains.
How shall these fongs, Jehovah, fovereign king!
In this strange clime thy captive people fing? -
Let my right hand forget the note to play,
Let my mute tongue forget to tune the lay,
If e'er my thought neglectful, faithless, roves
From thee, O Salem ! and thy sacred groves :
But, mighty Lord ! remember thou their seed
Who bade thy city mourn, thy people bleed!
Shall not ere long proud Babel's turrets fall,
And in her streets the noisome reptiles crawl :
Her haughty warriors pale and breathless lie,
Dash'd on the stones her helpless infants die;
The woes we suffer be to her repaid,
And all her glory funk in everlasting fhade!
N early times, well known to public fame,
A city flourish’d----NINEVEH by name; First built and peopled by Assyrian bands, Who spread their conquests o’er the eastern lands.
But, ah! how basely men dominion use, And providence's liberal gifts abuse ! What dire effects from ease and plenty flow! And to what heights does vice, unpunish’d, grow! Lust, rapine, blood, idolatry and strife, (The fure attendants of luxurious life) Like floods, unbounded, pour'd their forces in, And NINEVEH was delug'd o'er with sin. What foreign foes could not by force obtain, Thro'many a long and hazardous campaign, Was basely yielded by themselves in peace, As they grew more effeminate by ease. Now, lofing sense of honor and of fame, They reign in vice, and triumph in their shame; Like savage brutes ungovern'd, wanton rove, And act whate'er their fancies most approve. Here, adoration to the stones is paid; There, guilty lovers in the streets are laid : Riot and death in every corner reign, And the whole city turn'd a horrid sçene.