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But Reuben's strange divisións justly wrought Meet for the necks of those who win the spor? Amongst his brethren deep concern of thought. When triumph offers its reward fris toil. Ah! while the nation in affliction lay,
Thus perish all whom God's decrees oppose, How could't thou, Reuben, by the sheepfolds itay, Thus, like the vanquilli'd, perish all thy foes; And let thy bleating flock divert thy days
But let the men' chat in thy name delight That idly pass’d thee with inglorious case ? Be like the sun in heavenly glory bright, Divided tribe, without thy dangers free,
When mounted on the dawn he posts away, Deep were the searchings of our heart for thee. And with full ftrength encreases on the day. Our Gilead too, by such example sway'd,
'Twas here the prophetess respit'd from long, With unconcern beyond the river stay'd,
Then loudly shouted all the cheerful throng, And Dany in ships at sea for safety rode,
By freedom gain'd, by victory complete, And frighten'd Asher in its rock's abode.
Prepar'd for mirth irregularly great. Now sing the field, the feats of war begun, The frowns of forrow gave their ancient place And praise thy Napthali with Zebulun,
To pleasure, drawn in (niiles of every face. To deaths expos'd, in posts advanc'd they stood The groans of slavery were no longer wrung, With fouls resolv'd, and gallant rag'e of blood. But thoughts of comfort from the bleffing sprung. Then came the kings and fought, the gather'd | And as they shout-d from the breezy west, kiüg's
Amongst the plumes that deck the singer's crest,
On wafted air, and lightly waving play'd :
From thought replenish'd with triumphant Mow). On Israel's side, against their army fight,
What rais'd their joy their love could also raise, In evil aspects, stars and planets tange,
And each contended in the words of praise, And by the weather in tempestuous change And every word proclaim'd the wonders past, Promote the dire distress, and niake it known And God was till the first, and still the last; That God has hosts above to save his own.
Deep in their souls the fair impression lay, The Kishon swell’d, grew rapid as they fed, Deep trac'd, and never to be worn away, And roll'd then finking down its fandy bed.
From hence the rescued generation fill O river Kishon, river of renown!
Abhoir'd the pracłice of rebellious ill, And, O my soul, that trod their glory down? And fear’d the punishment for ill abhorr'u, The ftony paths, by which disorder'd flight And lov'd repentance, and ador'd the Lord. Convey'd their troops and chariots from the fight, From hence in all their days the Lord was kind, With rugged points their horses hools distressid, His face ferene with fettled favour thin'd, And broke them prancing in inipetuous haste. Fair banish'd Order was recall'd in ftatc,
Curse, curse ye Meroz, curfe the town abhorr’d, The laws reviv'd, the princes rul'ut the gate, (So spake the glorious angel of the Lord)
Peace cheer'd the vales, Contentment laugh'd with För Meroz came not in the field prepar’d,
Peace, To join that side on which the Lord declar'd. Gay blooming Plenty rose with largc increase, But bless ye Jael, be the Kenite's name
Sweet Mercy thofe who thought on mercy blest, Above ont women's bless'd in endless fame. And so for forty years the land had rest. The captain, faint with fore- fatigue of flight,
Reft, happy land, a while; ah longer so, Implor'd for water to support his might,
Didst thou thine happincís sincerely know ! And milk she pour'd him, while he water fought, But soon thy quiet with thy goodness part, And in her lordly dish her hutter brought.
And in the song alone obtain'd to Jaft. With courage well-deserving to prevail,
Live, fong triumphant, live in fair record, One hand the hamnier held, and one'the nail, And teach succeeding times to scar the Lord; And him, reclin'd to sleep, the boldly slew, For fancy noves by bright exaniple woo'd, She smote, the pierc'd, the struck the temples and wins the mind with images of good. through.
Touch'd with a facred rage and heavenly flanie, Before her feet, relu&ant on the clay,
I strive to sing thine universal aiin,
His mother gaz'd with long-expecting eyes; Go form a triuniph not afcrib'd to men.
Then hunbled Piety thine accents raise,
For Her ladies answer'd--but she would not stay,
prayer will prove the powerful charm of eafc. (For pride had taught what flattery meant to say) Ln, now my foul has spoke its beft defires, 'They've sped, she says, and now the prey they How blessings answer what the prayer requires! share,
Before thy lighs the clouds of grief retreat, For each a damsel, or a lovely pair,
The forms of trouble by thy tears abate, or Sisera's part a robe of gallant grace,
And radiant glory, from her upper sphere, Where diverse colours rich embroidery trace, Looks down and glitters in rclented air.
P 0 E M 3.
35 Pise, lovely Piety, from earthy bed,
If in mine offspring thou prolong my line,
And not a razor come upon his head.
Sn, from recesses of her inmost soul,
As silent waters glide through parted trees,
This Eli mark'd, and, with a voice severe, With fierce and proud Oppression backward bound, While yet she multiply'd her thoughts in prayer, Drag by the wheels along the dusty plain,
How long shall wine, he cries, distract thy breast? And gnashing lick the ground, and curse with pain. Be gone, and lay the drunken fic by rest. Now come, ye thousands, and more thousands Ah! says the mourner, count not this for fin, yet,
It is not wine, but grief, that works within; With order join to fill the train of state,
The spirit of thy wretched handmaid know, Souls tund for praising to the temple bring, Her prayer's complaint, and her condition woe. And thus amidst the sacred music sing :
Then (pake the sacred priest, in peace depart, Hail, Piety! triumphant goodness, hail!
And with thy confort God fulfil thine heart! Hail, O prevailing, ever o prevail !
His blelling thus pronounc'd with awful sound, At thine entreaty, Justice leaves to frown,
The votary bending leaves the solemn ground, And wrath appealing lays the thunder down); She seemis confirm'd the Lord has heard her cries, The tender heart of yearning Mercy burns, And cheerful hope the tears of trouble dries, Love asks a blessing, and the Lord returns.
And makes her alter'd eyes irradiace roll, In his great name that heaven and earlis has niade, With joy that dawiis in chought upon the soul. In his great pame alone we find our aid;
Now let the town, and tent, and court remain,
As painted prospects fkip along the green,
And leave their intervals that sink below,
In deep retreat, and unexpress'd to show.
Bchold ! she comes (but not as once she came, Now crowds move off, retiring trumpets found, To grieve, to figh, and teach her eyes to stream); On echoes dying in their last rebound;
Content adorns her with a lively face, The notes of fancy seem no longer strong,
An open look, and smiling kind of grace;
Her little Samuel in her arms the bears,
And as the facrifice she brought begun,
Then leek the subject, and its sung be mine, The woman conic, who pray'd in grief by thee:
But still the votary feels her temper move, And beat with stronger force, to make thee rise With all the tender violence of love, Where beauteous Hannah nieets the searching eyes. That still enjoys the gift, and inly buros
There frame a town, and fix a tent with cords, To learch for larger, or for more returns. The town be Shiloh callid, the tent the Lord's. Then, fill'd with blessings which allure to praise, Carv'd pillars, fillected with silver, rear,
And rais'd by joy to soul-enchanting lays, To close the curtains in an outward square,
Thus thanks the Lord, beneficently kind, But those within it, which the porch uphold, In sweet effusions of the grateful mind : Be finely wrought, and overlaid with gold, My lifting heart, with more than common heat, Here Eli comes to take the resting feat,
Sends up its thanks to God on every beat, Slow moving forward with a reverend gait : My glory, rais'd above the reach of scorp, Sacred in office, venerably sage,
To God exalts its highly planted horn; And venerably great in filver'd age.
My mouth enlarg'd, mine enemies defies, Here Hannah comes, a nielancholy wife,
And finds in God's salvation full replies. Reproach'd for barren in the marriage life; Oh, bright in holy beauty's power divine, Like summer mornings Me to fight appears, There's none whose glory can compare with thine! Bedew'd and Mining in the midlt of rears.
None share thine honours, nay, there's none Her heart in bitterness of grief she buw'd,
beside, And thus her wishes to it!' Lord the vow'd : No rock oo which thy creatures can conside. Is thou thine hanumaid wiii conipassion fee',
Ye proud in spirits, who your gist adore, 111, my God! am not forgot by thee;
Unlearn the faulis, and (cak with pride no more;
No more your words in arrogance be shown, With force encreasing then the leaps the bounds,
Spreads wide and wider, till vast seas appear,
And boundless views of Providence are here.
Where relignation gently dips the wing,
Neglecting man, forgetful of thy ways,
But from himself his happiness derives,
Bewitch'd with vain delights, on flowery beds ;
He thinks of kingdonis, and their crowns are near;
He thinks of riches, and their heaps arise,
He takes the beggar from his humble clay, Thus drawn with pleasures in a charming view,
But still the fleeting fhadows mock his care,
And still his fingers grafy at yielding air;
Wharc'er our tempers as their comforts want,
It is not man's to take, but God's to grant.
We still may search, and search without relief,
His mercy, still more wonderfully sweet, That such conviction may to light appear,
And let this lively scene initruct the thought.
Still swell its sides with broath beauteous frame?
grows, it shines : be now the world thy nanie! The foes of Israel, for Israel's fuke,
Methinks creacion fornis itself within,
The men, the towns, the birds, the crees, are seen;
The skies above present an azure thow,
And live a thousand years of pleasure there;
My bubbles burst, my prospects disappear,
And leave bchind a moral and a tear,
If at the type our drcaming souls awake,
And Hannah's trains their juft imprellion make,
and bids the blesed days our prayers have won And soft in murmurs kiss the flowcry way,
Fut on chcir glories, and prepare tu run.
P PO E M S,
Display'd the glories and the toils of fight,
Burst forth, my temper, in a godly flame, To perfect these, the sacred Spirit came,
By mild infufion of celestial Aame, That, ere mine eyes faluted cheerful day,
And mov'd with dove-like candour in his breasta A gift devoted in the womb I lay,
And breath'd his graces over all the rest. Like Samuel vow'd, before my breath I drew, Ah! where che daring flights of men aspire, O could I prove in life like Samuel too!
To match his numbers with an equal fire;
In vain they strive to make proud Babel rise,
The laurel wreath, my fame's imagin'd shade, l'ire joins with water, earth concurs with air ; Around my beating temples fears to fade; That mercy's ever-ioexhausled storė
My fainting fancy trembles on the brink, Is pleas'd to profler, and to promise more;
And David's God must help, or else I link. And all the proffers stream with grace divine, As rolling rivers in their channels flow, And all the promises with glory shine.
Swift from aloft, but on the level flow : O praise the Lord, my soul, in one accord,
Or rage in rocks, or glide along the plains, Let all that is within me praise the Lord;
So just, so copious, move the Psalmist's strains; O praise the Lord, my soul, and ever strive
Soiweetly vary'd with proportion'd hear, To keep the sweet temembrances alive.
So gentiy clear, or so sublimely great; Still raise the kind affe&ions of this:c heart,
While Nature's seen in all her forais to shine, Raise every grateful word to bear a part,
And mix with beauties drawn from Truth divine; With every word the strains of love devise, Sweet beauties (fwcet affection's endless rill) Awake thine harp, and thou thyself arise ;
That in the suul like honey drops distil. Then, if his mercy be not half express'd,
Hail, Holy Spirit, hail Supremely Kind, Let wondering silence magnify the rest.
Whose inspiration thus enlarg'd the mind;
Who taught him what the gentle shepherd sings,
Whac rich expressions suit the port of kings;
What daring words describe che soldier's heat, Bly though, on views of admiration hung, And what the prophet's ecstasies relato; Intently ravimid, and depriv'd of tongue,
Nor let his worst condition be forgot,
Still made for each, of equal force in all;
And makes his inspirations Tweetly prove
The tuneful subject of the mind they move. When thus my genius on the work delign'd,
Inmortal Spirit, light of life ipitillid, waiting closely, guides the wandering mind. Who thus the holom of a mortal fill'd, If, while thy thanks would in thy lays be. Though weak my voice, and though my light be wrought,
dim, A bright attonishment involve the thought, Yet fain I'd praise thy wondrous gifts in him; Il yet thy temper would attempt to fing,
Then, since thine aid's attracted by desirc, Another's quill shall imp thy feebler wing; And they thac fpeak thee right must feel thy fire, Behold the name of royal David near,
Vouchtafe a portion of thy grace divine, Behold his music, and his measures hear,
And raise my voice, and in my numbers hine: Whose harp devotion in a rapture strung,
I fing of David, David fings of thee, And left no state of pious souls unsung.
Alict the Pfalmift, and his work in me,
What part of all thy subject wilt thou fing?
Curs'd liends with torment and confusion fled;
Where, at the rofy spring of cheerful light,
A soft cflation of celestial fire
Within my view the country first appears, He borrow'd notions from the kind retreat,
So firm they stand, so beautiful they look,
Not faded by the rays that parch the plain,
Wich grateful fentiments, with active will, And summer crowns them with the ripen' à fruic.
But if the flowery field, with varied hue,
And native sweetness, entertain'd his view;
Its pride and fall within the numbers ran,
As grass arises by degrees unseen
And all the funimer's beauteous pomp decays;
When towards the field with early steps he trod, So bloonis by course, and so by course he dies.
And then they fall before the cime to fade;
year with goodness crown'd, with beauty drest. But thee, my God! thee still the same we find, And fill to power divine afcrito it all,
Thy glory lasting, and thy mercy kind;
When from beneath he saw the wandering
That graz'd the level, range along the steep,
Whene'er his flocks' the lovely shepherd drove, Fyom pointed hills, he cries, my wishes tend,
The Lord's that hill, that place of fure defence,
The Lord's my fhepherd, bountiful and good, That, with raw vapours loaded, nightly rove;
So shall proteción o'er his servants (pread,
And I repose beneath the sacred shade,
Unhurt by rage, that, like a summer's day,
Dettroys and scorches with impetuous ray;
By waiting forrows, undepriv'd of rest,
That fall, like danips by moon-fhine, on the breasts
Fiere from the mind the prospects seem to wear, Through darksome vales, where beasts of prey And leave the couch'd design appearing bare; resort,
And now no more the shepherd sings his hill,
For as he fees the night prepar'd to come,
On wings of evening he prepares for home;
Preserves my soul from cach approach of ill :
Ends all my days, as all my days begin,