Let Me, howe'er unable to explain My Pray'r scarce ended, a ftupendous Gloom Darkens the Air; loud Thunder shakes the Dome: To the beginning Miracle fucceed! An awful Silence, and religious Dread. Sudden breaks forth a more than common Day: The facred Wood, which on the Altar lay, Untouch'd, unlighted glows Ambrofial Odor, fuch as never flows From ARAB's Gum, or the SABEAN Rose, Such MIRIAM's Timbrel would in vain require) En! facer ardenti radiorum indutus amictu Define, Mortalis, jam tandem define finem Quærere curarum, fpatiumque optare dolori. Spes age pone leves, ventifque remitte: rebelles Quin potius reprime Affectus, mentemque paratam Erige; nec vanæ vexent tibi pectora curæ Obdurata malis, longoque affueta dolori. Membra gravi fractus fenio affiduoque labore, Pronus in occafum verges trepidantibus annis: Et moriens varios (legatum heu trifte!) tumultus, Sollicito generi, litefque & bella relinques Afpera, ad extremos olim mittenda nepotes. Quifque fuos luctus mifero patrimonia nato Debita concedet Pater, infelicior hæres Quæ capiet cumulata, & adhuc cumulanda relinquet. Offa fimul tumulo dederis tua; Spes tibi fola Quæ fupereft, Natus, jam vix diademate cinctus Judæo, imperii ftimulante libidine facrâ (Heu quam prona animos dominantum inflare libido !) Sancta Patris fpernet monita, & præftantius armis Præfidium, populi demens contemnet amorem, Suaden An Heav'nly Form embody'd, and array'd Cease, Man of Woman born, to hope Relief From daily Trouble, and continu'd Grief. Thy Hope of Joy deliver to the Wind: Supprefs thy Paffions; and prepare thy Mind. Free and familiar with Misfortune grow: Be us'd to Sorrow, and inur'd to Woe.. By weak'ning Toil, and hoary Age o'ercome, See thy Decrease; and haften to thy Tomb. Leave to thy Children Tumult, Strife, and War, Portions of Toil, and Legacies of Care. Send the Succeffive Ills thro' Ages down; And let each weeping Father tell his Son, That deeper ftruck, and more diftinctly griev'd, He muft augment the Sorrows He receiv'd. The Child to whofe Success thy Hope is bound, E'er thou art scarce Interr'd, or he is Crown'd; To Luft of Arbitrary Sway inclin'd (That cursed Poyfon to the Prince's Mind !) Shall from thy Dictates and his Duty rove, And lose his great Defence, his People's Love. Suadente heu! Juvenum turbâ: mox victus atroci Annorum hinc lentè procedet flebilis Ordo, Altera Ill Counsell'd, Vanquish'd, Fugitive, Difgrac'd, Shall mourn the Fame of JACOB's Strength effac'd'; Pining incline their fickly Leaves, and shed [Blood. Hence lab'ring Years fhall weep their deftin'd Race Charg'd with ill Omens, fully'd with Disgrace : Time by Neceffity compell'd fhall go Thro' Scenes of War, and Epocha's of Woe. Indulge thy Tears: the Heathen shall blafpheme: New |