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How oft defir'd to fly from Ifrael's throne,
And live, in shades with ber and love alone?
How oft, all night, pursu'd her in my dreams,
O'er flow'ry vallies, and through crystal streams;
And waking, view'd with grief the rising fun,
And fondly:mourn'd the dear delusion gone

When thus the gather'd storms of wretched love,
In my swoln bosom, with long war had ftrove ;
At length they broke their bounds : at length their

Bore down whatever met its stronger course :
Laid all the civil bonds of manhood waste :
And scatter'd ruin, as the torrent past.

So from the hills, whose hollow caves contain
The congregated {now, and swelling rain ;
Till the full stores their ancient bounds disdain ;
Precipitate the furious torrent flows :
In vain would speed avoid, or strength oppose;
Towns, forelts, berds, and men promiscuous

With one great death deform the dreary ground:
The echo'd woes from distant rocks resound.
And now, what impious ways my wilhes took
How they the monarch, and the man forsook ;
And how I follow'd an abandon'd will,
Through crooked paths, and sad retreats of ill;
How Judah's daughters now, now foreign Alaves,
By turns my prostituted bed receives :
Through tribes of women how I loosely rang'd
Impatient; lik'd to-night, to-morrow chang'd;
Arid by the instinct of capricious lust,
Enjoy’d, disdain’d, was grateful, or unjust :

O be these fcenes from human eyes conceal'd,
In clouds of decent Glence justly veil'd!
0, be the wanton images convey'd
To black oblivion, and eternal fhade !
Or let their fad epitome alone,
And outward lines to future age be known,
Enough to propagate the sure belief,

[grief. That vice engenders shame; and folly broods o'er

Bury'd in Roth, and lost in case I lay :
The night I revellid; and I slept the day.
New heaps of fewel damp'd my kindling firess
And daily change extinguish'd young desires.
By its own force destroy'd, fruition ceas'd;
And always weary'd, I was never pleas’d.
No longer now does my neglected mind
Its wonted stores, and old ideas find.
Fix'd judgment there no longer does abide,
To take the true, or set the false afide.
No longer does swift mem'ry trace the cells,
Where springing wit, or young invention dwells.
Frequent debauch to habitude prevails :
Patience of toil, and love of virtue fails.
By sad degrees impair'd my vigor dies;
Till I command no longer ev'n in vice.

The women on my dotage build their sway:
They alk; I grant: they threaten ; I obey.
In regal garments now I gravely stride,
Aw'd by the Persian damsel's haughty pride.
Now with the looser Syrian dance, and fing,
In robes tuck'd up, opprobrious to the king:

Charm'd by their eyes, their manners I acquire, And shape my foolishness to their defire.

Seduc'd and aw'd by the Philistine dame,
At Dagon's fhrine I kindle impious flame.
With the Chaldean's charms her rites prevail;
And curling frankincense ascends to Baal.
To each new harlot I new alcars dress;
And serve her god, whose person I caress.

Where, my deluded sense, was flown ?
Where the high majesty of David's throne ?
Where all the maxims of eternal truth,
With which the living God inform'd my youth?
When with the lewd Egyptian I adore
Vain idols, deities that ne'er before
In Israel's land had fix'd their dire abodes,
Beastly divinities, and droves of gods :
OGris, A pis, pow'rs that chew the cud,
And dog Anubis, flatt'rer for his food :
When in the woody bill's forbidden shade
I carv'd the marble, and invok'd his aid:
When in the fens to snakes and flies, with zeal
Unworthy human thought, I prostrate fell;
To shrubs and plants my vile devotion paid ;
And set the bearded leek, to which I pray'd :
When to all beings facred sites were giv'n ;
Forgot the Arbiter of earth and heav'n.

Through these fad fhades, this chaos in my soul,
Some feeds of light at length began to roll.
The ring motion of an infant ray
Shot glimm'sing thro' the cloud, and promis’d day:
And now one moment able to reflect,

found the king abandon’d to neglect,
Seen without awe, and serv'd without respect.
I found my subjects amicably join,
To lessen their defects by citing mine.



The priest with pity pray'd for David's race;
And left his text, to dwell on my disgrace.
The father, whilft he war'd his erring long
The sad examples which he ought to thuns
Describ’d, and only nam'd not Solomon.
Each bard, each fire did to his pupil sing,
A wise child better than a foolish king

Into myself my reason's eye I turn'd;
And as I much reflccted, much I mourn'd.
A mighty king I am, an earthly god :
Nations obey my word, and wait my nod,
I raise or fink, imprison or set free;
And life or death depends on my decree.
Fond the Idea, and the thought is vain :
O'er Judah's king ten-thousand tyrants reign;.
Legions of luft, and various pow'rs of ill
Insult the master's tributary will:
And he, from whom the nations should receive
Justice and freedom, lies himself a fave,
Tortur'd by cruel change of wild defires,
Lash'd by mad rage, and scorch'd by brutal fires.

O Reason! once again to thee I call :
Accept my sorrow, and retrieve my fall.
Wisdom, thou say'it, from heav'n receiv'd her birth;
Her beams transmitted to the subject earth.
Yet this great empress of the human foul
Does only with imagin'd pow'r controul;
If restless passion by rebellious sway
Compels the weak usurper to obey.

O troubled, weak, and coward, as thou art ! Without thy poor advice the lab'ring heart

To worse extremes with swifter steps would rung
Not sav'd by virtue, yet by vice undone.

Oft have I said, the praise of doing well
Is to the ear, as ointment to the smell.
Now if some flies perchance, however fmall,
Into the alabaster urn should fall;
The odours of the sweets inclos'd, would die ;.
And steach corrupt (sad change!) their place supply
So the least faults, if mix'd with fairest deed,
Of future ill become the fatal feed:
Into the balm of purest virtue cast,
Annoy all life with one contagious blast:

Loft Solomon ! pursue this thought no more :
Of thy past errors recollect the store :
And filent weep, that while the deathless muse
Shall ling the just ; shall o'er their head diffuse
Perfumes with lavish hand; she shall proclaim
Thy crimes alone; and to thy evil fame
Impartial, scatter damps and poisons on thy name.

Awaking therefore, as who long had dream'd,
Much of my women, and their gods alham'd,
From this abyss of exemplary. vice
Resolv'd, as time might aid my thought; to rise ;
Again I bid the mournful' goddess write
The fond pursuit of fugitive delight :
Bid her exalt her melancholy wing,
And rais'd from earth, and far'd from passion Ging
Of human hope by cross event defroy'd,
Of useless wealth, and greatness unenjoy'd,
Of luft and love, with their fantastic train,
Their wishes, smiles, and looks deceitful, all in vaina


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