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Supine on earth an awful sigure lies, While foftest flumbers feem to feal his eyes; The hoary sire HeavVs guardian care demands. And at Jus feet the watchful angel stands. The form august and large, the mein divine, Betray the founder of Messiah's line, f Lo! from his loins the promis'd stem afcend, And high lo heav'n its lacied boughs extend: Each limb productive of fome hero fprings, And blooms luxuriant with a race of kings. Th'eternal plant wide fpreads its arms around, And with the mighty branch the mystic top is crown'
And lo! the glories of th' illustrious line, At their sirst dawn w ith ripen'd fplendors shinc, In David all exprci's'd; the good, the great, The king, the hero, and the man complete. Serene he sits, and fweeps the golden lyre, And blends the prophet's with the poet's sire. See! with what art he strikes the vocal strings, The God, his theme, infpiring what he sings! Hark!—or our ears delude us—from his tongue Sweet flows, or feems to flow, fome heav'nly fong. Oh, could thine art arrest the fleeting found, And paint the voice in magic numbers bound; i Could the warm fun, as erst when Memnon played. Wake with his rising beam the vocal shade; Then might he draw the attentive angels down, Bending to hear the lay, fo fweet, fo like their own. On either side the monarch's ossspring lhine, And fome adorn, and fome disgrace their line* Here Ammon glories; proud incestuous lord! This hand fustains the robe, and that the fword.
Frowning and sierce, with haughty strides he low's*.
Amid th' royal race fee Nathan Hand:
But who is he, deep-musing? in his mind, He feems to neigh in reafon's fcales mankind; Fix'd contemplation holds his steady eyes—. I know the fage,^ the wifest of the wife. Blest with all man could wish, or prince ohtain, Yet his great heart pronoune'd thofe hleflings vain* Ann lo! hright glitt'ring in his facred hands, Iu miniature, the glorious temple stands. Hh'dgent frame! stupendous to hehold! Gold the strong valves, the roof of hunuflVd gold, .t Solomon,
-The wand'ring ark, in that bright dome enfhrin'd,
But stern oppression rends Re'boanVs reign;
There Afa, good and great, the fceptre bears,
The prophet's' calls, th' obedient floods repair
Tranfmiflive worth adorns the pious fon, J
See the vile king his iron fceptre bear—
His only praife attends the pious heir ; §
He in whole foul the virtues all confpire,
The best good fon, from the worst wicked sire.
And lo! in Hezekiah's golden reign,
Long-cxilVi Piety returns again;
Again in genuine purity stie shines,
And with her prefence gilds the lopg-neglectcd lhrines*
Ill-starr'd does proud Asfyria's impious lord ||
Bid Heaven to arms, aud vaunt his dreadful fword;
His own vain threats th' infulting king o'erthrow,
But breathe new courage on the gen'rous foe,
Th' avenging Angel, by Divine command,
The siery fword full-blazing in his hand,
Leant down from heaven: amid the storm he rode, '\
MarchM Pestilence before him; as he trod, >
Pale Defolation .bath'd his steps in blood. j
Thick wrapt in night, through the proud host hepasii'd,
Difpensing death, and drove the furious blaft;
Nor bade Destruction give her revels o'er,
Till the gorg'd fword was drunk with human gore.
But what avails thee, pious prince, in vain
Thy fceptre refeu'd, and the Asfyrian flain?
E'en now the foul maintains her latest strife,
And Death's chill grafp congeals the fount of J if*.
Yet fee, kind Heav'n renews thy brittle thread,
And rolls full sifteen fummers o'er thy head;
Lo P the receding fun repeats his way,
And, like thy life, prolongs the falling day.
Though Nature her inverted courfe forego*
Tlw day forget to rest, the time to flow,