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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.

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Frowning and sierce, with haughty strides he low's*.
And on his horrid hrow desiance low rs.
There Ahfolom the ravish'd fceptre fways,
And his stol'n honour alt his fhame difplays:
The hafe ufurper youth! who joins in one
The tehel fuhject, and th' ungrateful fon.

Amid th' royal race fee Nathan Hand:
Fervent he feems to fpeak, aud list his hand;
His looks th' emotion of his foul difclofe,
And eloquence from ev'ry gesture tlows.
Such, and fo stern he came, ordain'd to hring
Th'ungrateful mandate to lh' guilty king:
When, at his dreadful*voice, a fudden smart
Shot through the tremhling monarch's confcious hearts
From his own lips condemn'd j fevere decree!
Had his God prov'd fo stern a judge as he.
But man with frailty is ally'd hy hirth j
Confummate purity ne'er dwelt on earth!
Through all the foul, though virtue holds the rein,
Beats at the heart, and fprings in ev'ry vein,
Yet ever from the clearef, fource have ran
Some grofs alloy, fome tincture of the man.

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,

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-The wand'ring ark, in that bright dome enfhrin'd,
Spreads the strong light eternal, unconsinM!
Above th' unutterable glory plays,
Prefence Divine! and the full-streaming rays
Pour through reluctant clouds intolerable blaze.

But stern oppression rends Re'boanVs reign;
See t!ie gay prince, injurious, proud, and vain I
Th' imperial fceptre totters in his hand,
And proud Rebellion triumphs in the land.
Cuis'd with Corruption's ever-fruitful spring,
A beardlefs fenate, and a haughty king.

There Afa, good and great, the fceptre bears,
Justice attends his peace, fuccefs his wars;
While virtue was his Avoid, and heav'n his fhield,
Without controul the warrior fwept t lie sield;
Loaded with fpoils, triumphant he return'd,
And half her fwarthy fons fad Ethiopia mourn'd.
But since thy flagging piety decay'd,
And barter'd Goci's defence for human aid;
See their fair laurels wither on thy brow,
Nor herbs, nor healthful arts avail thee now;
Nor is Heaven chang'd, apostate prince, but thou.
No mean atonement docs this lapfe require;
But fee the fon, you muft forgive the sire:
He,J the just prince, with ev'fy virtue blefs'd,
He reign'd, and goodnefs all the man possese'd;
Around the throne fair happinefs and peace
Smooth'd ev'ry brow, and fmil'd in ev'ry face.
As when along the burning waste he stray'd,
Where no pure streams in bubbling mazes play'd,
Where Drought incumbent on the thirsty ground
J-ortg'since had breath'd her fcorching blasts around
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The prophet's' calls, th' obedient floods repair
To the parch'd sields, tor Jofaphat was there.
The new-fprung waves, in many a gurgliog vein,
Trickle luxurious through the fucking plain;
Freih honours the reviving sields adorn,
And o'er the defert Plenty pours her horn.
So from the throne his influence he fheds,
And bids the virtues raife their languid heads:
Where'er he goes, attending Truth prevails,
Opprelfion flies, and Justice lifts her fcales.
See on his arm, the royal eagle stand,
Great type of conquest and fupreme command;
Th' exulting bird distinguilh^ triumph brings,
And greets the monarch with expanded wings.
Fierce Moab's sons prevent th' impending blow,
Rulh on themfelves, and fall without the foe.
The pious hero vanquilhed heav'n by pray'r;
His faith an army, and his vows a war.
There too, Ostas, fates indulgent blefsVI,
And thy days fhone, in faireft actions drefsVI:
Till that rafh hand by fome blind phrenzy fway'dj,
Unclean, the facred otrice durlt: invade.
Quick o'er thy limbs the fcurfy venom ran,
And hoary silth befprinkled all the man.

Tranfmiflive worth adorns the pious fon, J
The father's virtues with the father's throne.
Lo! there he ftands: he who the rage fubdued
Of Amman's fons, and drench'd his fword in blood.
And dost thou, Ahaz, Judah's fcourge, disgrace,
With thy bafc front, the glories of thy race?

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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,

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