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Starting amaz'd, shall to the People show

Emblems of Heav'nly Wrath,and Mystic Types of Woe.

The Captives, as their Tyrant shall require, That They should breath the Song, and touch the Lyre, Shall fay: can JacoB s servile Race rejoice, Untun'd the Music, and disus'd the Voice? What can We play (They shall discourse) how sing In foreign Lands, and to a Barb'rous King? We and our Fathers from our Childhood bred To watch the cruel Victor's Eye, to dread The arbitrary Lash, to bend, to grieve, (Out-cast of Mortal Race!) can We conceive Image of ought delightful, soft, or gay? Alas! when We have toy I'd the longfome Day, The fullest Bliss our Hearts aspire to know, Is but some Interval from active Woe; In broken Rest, and startling Sleep to mourn, Till Morn, the Tyrant, and the Scourge return. Bred up in Grief, can Pleasure be our Theme? X Our endless Anguish does not Nature claim? > Reason, and Sorrow are to Us the Same. j Alas! with wild Amazement We require, If Idle FolJy was not Pleasure's Sire:

Mad

Certe immaturo præceps Insania partu
Protulit effrænesque jocos risusque profanos.

Hæc Series curarum, hie fati flebilis Ordo
Teque Tuosque manet; titulis Insignis, & idem,
O Solomon, Miser ante alios! quin parce querelis,
Nec leges metire Dei Rationis ocello;
Ah distat nimium nimiumque effulget Imago!
Hie nihil sinet intactum, nil linquet inausum,
Fatorum qui cæca resolvere jura laborat.
Mitte adeo scrutari, animum compesce superbum!
Nempe Deo Pulvis Rationem opponet ineptam!
Sublimi Deus arbitrio regit omnia; vestrum est
Cuncta pati, vitæque datos evolvere cursus.
Crede nefas, quodcunque Dei inviolable tendit
Imperium contra; Virtuti Ea consona sola,
Quæ magni arbitrio respondent æqua Je H o Væ.

Ne tamen immodico vincantur pondere sensus,
Neu penitus spes fracta cadat; solatia luctus
Accipe, quæ spondet vobis, Qui fallere nescit,
Nec falli potis est—Veniet labentibus annis
Grata Dies, cum Terra malis Judœa fugatis
Lætior, hostiles solvet secura catenas:

Attol

Madness, We fancy, gave an Ul-tim'd Birth
To grinning Laughter, and to frantic Mirth.

This is the Series of perpetual Woe,
Which Thou, alas! and Thine are born to know,
Illustrious Wretch! repine not, nor reply:
View not,what Heav n ordains,with Reason's Eye;
Too bright the Object is: the Distance is too high.
The Man who would resolve the Work of Fate,
May limit Number, and make Crooked Strait:
Stop Thy Enquiry then; and curb Thy Sense;
Nor let Dust argue with Omnipotence.
'Tis GOD who must dispose, and Man sustain,
Born to endure, forbidden to complain.
Thy Sum of Life must His Decrees fulfill;
What derogates from His Command, is 111;
And that alone is Good, which centers in His Will.

Yet that thy Lab'ring Senses may not droop, Lost to Delight, and destitute of Hope; Remark what I, GOD's Messenger, aver From Him, who neither can deceive, nor err. The Land at length redeem'd, shall cease to mourn; Shall from her sad Captivity return:

Attollens capita alta indigno e pulvere Sion
Audiet antiquas veneranda per atria leges:
Templa iterum aeria ferientia cuspide nubes
Fulgebunt splendore novo; Sedesque verendi
Promissa Imperii montes super ardua surget
Vertice sublimi, & latis dominabitur arvis.
Quin Tibi præclani de stirpe orietur, amicum
Auxilium terris cælo laturus ab alto,
Victorum insignis Vittor, Regumque potens Rex.
I L L E Hominum curas emolliet: I L L E dolores
Affectusque animi effrænes moderabitur: I Ll O
Auspice ridebit Pax alma, & flu mine pleno
Gaudia manabunt lætum diffuse per orbem.
Hoc Tibi scire satis: Superis nec panditur ultra.

Quin age jam Solomon, reliquæ ad stadia ultima vitæ
Perge memor vestri, patrii neque degener hæres
Nominis; i constans, flrma erige pectora, fortis,
Strenuus; Affectus cohibe, Virtutibus omnes
Pande sinus, Tibi Censor atrox, aliisque benignus;
Supra alios tantiim evectus pietatis honore,
Quantum opibus titulisque nites. En arripe tecum
Hoc breve præceptum, & memori sub pectore serva:
Te Justum atq-, Humilem præsta. — Quæ deinde locutus

Nun

Si On shall raise her long-dejected Head;
And in her Courts the Law again be read.
Again the glorious Temple shall arise,
And with new Lustre pierce the neighb'ring Skies*
The promised Seat of Empire shall again
Cover the Mountain, and command the Plain;
And from Thy Race distinguished, One shall spring,
Greater in Act than Victor, more than King
In Dignity and Pow'r, sent down from Heav'n,
To succour Earth. To Him, to Him 'tis giv'n,
Passion, and Care, and Anguish to destroy.
Thro' Him soft Peace, and Plenitude of Joy
Perpetual o'er the World redeem'd shall flow.
No more may Man inquire, nor Angel know.

Now, Solomon, rememb'ring Who thou art,
Act thro* thy remnant Life the decent Part.
Go forth: Be strong: With Patience, and with Care
Perform, and Suffer: To Thy self severe,
Gracious to Others, Thy Desires suppresses,
DirTus'd Thy Virtues, First of Men, be Best.
Thy Sum of Duty let Two Words contain;
O may they graven in thy Heart remain I
Be Humble, and be Just. The Angel said:

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