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His friends around the deep affliction mourn'd,
broke A dreadful voice, and thus th’ ALMIGHTY spoke: “ Who gives his tongue a loose so bold and vain, “ Censures my conduct, and reproves my reign? “ Can thine arm measure with an arm divine ? “ And can'st thou thunder with a voice like
mine? “ Of late so brave, now lift a dauntless eye, “ Face my demand, and give it a reply: “ Where didst thou dwell at nature's early birth? “ Who laid foundations for the spacious earth? 6. Who on its surface did extend the line, " Its form determine, and its bulk confine ?
• Who fix'd the corner-stone? What hand, de
clare, Hung it on nought, and fasten'd it on air? “ When the bright morning stars in concert sung, " When heav'u's high arch with loud Hosannas
rung, “ When shouting sons of God the triumph
crown'd, 66 And the wide concave thunder'd with the
sound? * Who, stretching forth his sceptre o'er the deep, “ Can that wild world in due subjection keep? “ I broke the globe, I scoop'd its hollow'd side, “ And did a bason for the floods provide ;. “ I chain'd them with my word; the boiling sea, “ Work'd up in tempests, hears my great decree; " Thus far, thy floating tide shall be convey'd ; “And here, 0 main, be thy proud billows stay'd.' “ Who taught the rapid winds to fly so fast, « Or shakes the centre with his eastern blast? " Who from the skies can a whole deluge pour ? “ Who strikes through nature with the solemn
" Of dreadful thunder, points it where to fall,
“ To these my various questions make reply." Th' ALMIGHTY spoke; and, speaking, shook the
sky. What then, Chaldæan Sire, was thy surprise! Thus thou, with trembling heart, and downcast
eyes: “ Once and again, which I in groans deplore, “My tongue has err'd; but shall presume no
“Thou canst accomplish all things, LORD of
might: “And every thought is naked to Thy sight. “ But, oh! Thy ways are wonderful, and lie “ Beyond the deepest reach of mortal eye. « Oft have I heard of Thine Almighty Pow'r, “ But never saw Thee till this dreadful hour. “ O’erwhelm'd with shame, the LORD of Life I
see, “ Abhor myself, and give my soul to Thee : “ Nor shall my weakness tempt Thine anger
more : “ Man is not made to question, but adore.”
DAVID'S LAMENTATION FOR THE DEATH
OF SAUL AND JONATHAN.
MOURN, Israel, mourn, on Gilboa's lofty plain,
Let none in Gath the mournful tidings tell,
Ill-fated Gilboa ! may henceforth no rains,
O Jonathan, how oft the slaughter'd foe
gore the arrow from thy bow!
Thro' life we saw the sire and honoured son
In war and peace they shared an equal fame,
courage and their active strength the' same.
Nor Saul, in sable weeds, ye damsels, mourn,
And grac'd with purple robes your native charms.
“ How are the mighty fall’n !" on Gilboa's plain
THE SEVENTH CHAPTER OF PROVERBS.
By Mr. Pope.
My son, th' instruction that my words impart
Let all thy homage be to Wisdom paid,