Then let religion aid where reason fails,
Throw loads of incense in, to turn the scales,
And let the silent sanctuary show [know,
What from the babbling schools we may not
How man may shun or bear his destin'd part of woe.)

What shall amend, or what absolve our fate?
Anxious we hover in a mediate state
Betwixt infinity and nothing; bounds,
Or boundless terms, whose doubtful sense confounds:
Unequal thought, whilst all we apprehend
Is, that our hopes must rise, our sorrows end,
As our Creator deigns to be our friend.

I said,-and instant bade the priests prepare The ritual sacrifice and solemn prayer. Select from vulgar herds, with garlands gay, A hundred bulls ascend the sacred way : The artful youth proceed to form the choir, They breathe the flute, or strike the vocal wire: The maids in comely order next advance, They beat the timbrel and instruct the dance: Follows the chosen tribe, from Levi sprung, Chanting by just return the holy song: Along the choir in solemn state they past, - The anxious King came last. The sacred hymn perform’d, my promis'd vow I paid, and, bowing at the altar low, 'Father of heaven! (I said) and judge of earth! Whose word call’d out this universe to birth, By whose kind power and influencing care The various creatures move, and live, and are ; But ceasing once that care, withdrawn that power, They move (alas!) and live, and are no more; Omniscient Master, omnipresent King, To thee, to thee, my last distress I bring.

Thou that canst still the raging of the seas, Chain up the winds and bid the tempests cease, Redeem my shipwreck'd soul from raging gusts Of cruel passion, and deceitful lusts ; From storms of rage and dangerous rocks of pride, Let thy strong hand this little vessel guide. (It was thy hand that made it) through the tide ) Impetuous of this life ; let thy command Direct my course, and bring me safe to land. If, while this wearied flesh draws fleeting

breath, Not satisfied with life, afraid of death, It haply be thy will that I should know Glimpse of delight or pause from anxious woe; From now, from instant now, great Sire! dispel The clouds that press my soul; from now reveal A gracious beam of light; from now inspire My tongue to sing, my hand to touch the lyre; My open'd thought to joyous prospects raise, And for thy mercy let me sing thy praise : Or, if thy will ordains I still shall wait Some new hereafter and a future state, Permit me strength my weight of woe to bear, And raise my mind superior to my care : Let me, howe'er unable to explain The secret labyrinths of thy ways to man, With humble zeal confess thy awful power, Still weeping hope, and wondering, still adore : So in my conquest be thy might declar'd, And for thy justice be thy name rever'd.'

My prayer scarce ended, a stupendous gloom Darkens the air; loud thunder shakes the dome: To the beginning miracle succeed An awful silence, and religious dread.

Sudden breaks forth a more than common day:
The sacred wood, which on the altar lay,
Untouch’d, unlighted, glows-
Ambrosial odour, such as never flows
From Arab's gum, or the Sabæan rose,
Does round the air evolving scents diffuse :
The holy ground is wet with heavenly dews :
Celestial music (such Jesides' lyre,
Such Miriam's timbrel would in vain require)
Strikes to my thought through my admiring ear,
With ectasy too fine, and pleasure hard to bear :
And, lo! what sees my ravish'd eye ? what feels
My wondering soul? an opening cloud reveals
An heavenly form, embodied and array'd
With robes of light: I heard : the angel said,

Cease, Man, of woman born, to hope relief
From daily trouble and continued grief.
Thy hope of joy deliver to the wind;
Suppress thy passions, and prepare thy mind.
Free and familiar with misfortune grow;
Be us'd to sorrow, and inur'd to woe.
By weakening toil and hoary age o'ercome
See thy decrease, and hasten to thy tomb.
Leave to thy children tumult, strife, and war,
Portions of toil and legacies of care :
Send the successive ills through ages down,
And let each weeping father tell his son,
That, deeper struck, and more distinctly griev'd,
He must augment the sorrows he receiv’d.

'The child to whose success thy hope is bound, Ere thou art scarce interr'd, or he is crown'd, To lust of arbitrary sway inclin'd, (That cursed poison to the prince's mind!) VOL. XV.

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Shall from thy dictates and his duty rove,
And lose his great defence, his people's love:
Il counsell’d, vanquish’d, fugitive, disgrac'd,
Shall mourn the fame of Jacob's strength effac'd:
Shall sigh the King diminish'd, and the crown
With lessen'd rays descending to his son:
Shall see the wreaths his grandsire knew to reap
By active toil and military sweat,
Pining incline their sickly leaves, and shed
Their falling honours from his giddy head:
By arms or prayer unable to assuage
Domestic horror and intestine rage;
Shall from the victor and the vanquish'd fear,
From Israel's arrow and from Judah's spear:
Shall cast his wearied limbs on Jordan's flood,
By brothers arms disturb’d, and stain'd with kin-

dred blood. • Hence labouring years shall weep their destin'd

race, Charg'd with ill omens, sullied with disgrace: Time, by necessity compell’d, shall go Through scenes of war, and epochas of woe: The empire lessen'd in a parted stream Shall lose its course Indulge thy tears; the heathen shall blaspheme; ) Judah shall fall, oppress’d by grief and shame, And men shall, from her ruins, know her fame. )

New Egypts yet, and second bonds remain, A harsher Pharaoh, and a heavier chain. Again, obedient to a dire command, Thy captive sons shall leave the Promis'd Land; Their name more low, their servitude more vile, Shall on Euphrates' bank renew the grief of Nile.

These pointed spires that wound the ambient sky, Inglorious change! shall in destruction lie Low, leveli'd with the dust, their heights unknown, Or measur'd by their ruin. Yonder throne, For lasting glory built, design'd the seat Of kings for ever bless'd, for ever great, Remov'd by the invader's barbarous hand, Shall grace his triumph in a foreign land; The tyrant shall demand yon sacred load Of gold and vessels set apart to God; Then by vile hands to common use debas'd, Shall send them flowing round his drunken feast, With sacrilegious taunt and impious jest. )

"Twice fourteen ages shall their way complete ; Empires by various turns shall rise and set, While thy abandon'd tribes shall only know A different master and a change of woe; With downcast eyelids, and with looks aghast, Shall dread the future or bewail the past.

‘Afflicted Israel shall sit weeping down,
Fast by the streams where Babel's waters run,
Their harps upon the neighbouring willows hung,
Nor joyous hymn encouraging their tongue,
Nor cheerful dance their feet; with toil oppress’d,
Their wearied limbs aspiring but to rest.
In the reflective stream the sighing bride,
Viewing her charms impaird, abash'd shall hide
Her pensive head, and in her languid face
The bridegroom shall foresee his sickly race,
While pondrous fetters vex their close embrace.)
With irksome anguish then your priests shall

mourn
Their long-neglected feasts' despair'd return,
And sad oblivion of their solemn days:
Thenceforth their voices they shall only raise,