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See, where he comes, the darling of the war! See millions crowding round the gilded car! In the vast joys of this ecstatic hour, And full fruition of successful pow'r, One moment and one thought might let him scan The various turns of life, and fickle state of man. Are the dire images of sad distrust,, And popular change, obscur'd amid the dust That rises from the victor's rapid wheel ? Can the loud clarion or shrill fife repel The inward cries of care ? can Nature's voice, Plaintive, be drown'd, or lessen'd in the noise, Though shouts as thunder loud afflict the air, Stun the birds, now releas'd, and shake the ivory
O impotent desire of worldly sway!
Would one, would one, his pitying sorrow lend,
Avails it then, O reason, to be wise ?
Let us revolve that roll with strictest eye,
made, The fairest blessing to his arms convey'd, A charming wife; and air, and sea, and land, And all that move therein, to his command Render'd obedient : say, my pensive Muse, What did these golden promises produce?-Scarce tasting life, he was of joy bereav’d; One day, I think, in Paradise he liv’d, Destin'd the next his journey to pursue Where wounding thorns and cursed thistles grew, Ere yet he earns his bread, a-down his brow, Inclin'd to earth, his labouring sweat must flow; His limbs must ache, with daily toils oppress’d, Ere long-wish'd night brings necessary rest: Still viewing with regret his darling Eve, He for her follies and his own must grieve. Bewailing still afresh their hapless choice, His ear oft frighted with the imag‘d voice Of Heaven when first it thunder'd, oft his view, Aghast, as when the infant lightning flew, And the stern cherub stop'd the fatal road, Arm'd with the flames of an avenging God;
His younger son, on the polluted ground,
Each age sin’d on, and guilt advanc'd with time;
The frighted angels heard the’ Almighty Lord, ) And o’er the earth, from wrathful vials, pour'd Tempests and storm, obedient to his word. Meantime his providence to Noah gave The guard of all that he design'd to save : Exempt from general doom the patriarch stood, Contemn’d the waves, and triumph'd o'er the flood.
The winds fall silent, and the waves decrease; The dove brings quiet, and the olive peace; Yet still his heart does inward sorrow feel, Which faith alone forbids him to reveal. If on the backward world his views are cast, 'Tis death diffus'd, and universal waste. Present (sad prospect!) can he ought descry But (what afflicts his melancholy eye) The beauties of the ancient fabric lost, In chains of craggy hill, or lengths of dreary coast? While to high Heaven his pious breathings turn’d; Weeping, he hop'd; and sacrificing, mourn’d; When of God's image only eight he found Snatch'd from the watery grave, and sav'd from na
And of three sons, the future hopes of earth,
Abraham, potent prince, the friend of God,
Moses beheld that God; but how beheld
creed To fierce encounter, and to toilsome deed : His youth with wants and hardships must engage, Plots and rebellions must disturb his age: Some Corah still arose, some rebel slave, Prompter to sink the state than he to save, And Israel did his rage so far provoke, That what the Godhead wrote the prophet broke. His voice scarce heard, his dictates scarce believ'd, In camps, in arms, in pilgrimage, he liv’d, And died obedient to severest law, Forbid to tread the Promis'd-land he saw.
My father's life was one long line of care, A scene of danger and a state of war: Alarm’d, expos’d, his childhood must engage The bear's rough gripe and foaming lion's rage. By various turns his threaten'd youth must fear Goliah's lifted sword, and Saul's emitted spear. Forlorn he must, and persecuted, fly, Climb the steep mountain, in the cavern lie, And often ask, and be refus'd to die.
For ever from his manly toils are known The weight of power and anguish of a crown. What tongue can speak the restless monarch's woes, When God and Nathan were declar'd his foes? When every object his offence revil'd, The husband murder'd, and the wife defild, The parent's sins impress'd upon the dying child?) What heart can think the grief which he sustain’d, When the King's crime brought vengeance on the And the inexorable prophet's voice
l and, Gave famine, plague, or war, and bid him fix his