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They saw distemper healed, and life restored,
In answer to the fiat of his word ;
Confessed the wonder, and with daring tongue
Blasphemed the authority from which it sprung.
They knew by sure prognostics seen on high,
The future tone and temper of the sky;
But, grave dissemblers! could not understand .
That sin let loose speaks punishment at hand.
· Ask now of history's authentic page,
And call up evidence from every age;
Display with busy and laborious hand
The blessings of the most indebted land;
What nation will you find, whose annals prove
So rich an interest in almighty love?
Where dwell they now, where dwelt in ancient day
A people planted, watered, blest, as they
Let Egypi's plagues and Canaan's woes proclaim
The favours poured upon the Jewish name;
Their freedom purchased for them at the cost
Of all, their hard oppressors valued most;
Their title to a country not their own
Made sure by prodigies'till then unkyown;
For them the states, they left, made waste and void;
For them the states, to which they went, destroyed;
A cloud to measure out their march by day,
By night a tire to cheer the gloomy way;
That inoving signal summoning, whev best,
Their host to move, and when it stayed, to rest;
For them the rocks dissolved into a flood,
The dews condensed into angelic food,
Theit very garments sacred, old yet new, -
And Time forbid to touch them as he flew;
Streams, swelled above the bank, enjoined to stand,
While they passed through to their appointed land;X
Their leader armed with meekness, zeal, and love,
And graced with clear credentials from above;
Themselves secured beneath the Almighty wing;
Their God their captain*, lawgiver, and king;
Crowned with a thousand victories, and at last
Lords of the conquered soil, there rooted fast,
In peace possessing what they won by war,
Their name far published, and revered as far;
Where will you find a race like theirs, endowed
With all that man ever wished, or heaven bça
They, and they only, amongst all mankind
Received the transcript of the eternal minds
Were trusted with his own engraven laws,
And constituted guardians of his cause;
Theirs were the prophets, theirs the priestly, call,
And theirs by birth the Saviour of us all.
In vain the nations, that had seen them rise
With fierce and envious yet admiring eyes,
Had sought to 'crash them, guarded as they were
By power divine, and skill that could not err.
Had they maintained allegiance firm and sure,
And kept the faith immaculate and pure,
Then the proud eagles of all-conquering Rome
Had found one city not to be overcome;
And the twelve standards of the tribes unfurled
Had bid defiance to the warring world.
But grace abused brings forth the foulest deeds, ,
As richest soil the most luxuriant weeds.
Cured of the golden calves, their fathers' sin, .
They set up self, that idol god, within;
Viewed a Deliverer with disdain and hate,
Who left them still a tributary state;
Seized fast his hand, held out to set them free ,
From a worse yoke, and nailed it to the tree :
There was the consummation and the crown,
The flower of Israel's infamy full blown;
Thence date their sad declension and their fall, ,
Their woes not yet repealed, thence date them all.
Thus fell the best instructed in her day,
And the most favoured land, look where we may.
Philosophy indeed on Grecian eyes
Had poured the day, and cleared the Roman skies;
In other climés perhaps creative art,
With power surpassing their's, performed her part,
Might give more life to marble, or might fill
The glowing tablets with a juster skill,
Might shine in fable, and grace idle themes
With all the embroidery of poetic dreams;
'Twas their's alone to dive into the plan, i
That truth and mercy had revealed to man;
And while the world beside, that plan unknown,
Deified useless wood, or senseless stone,
They breathed in faith their well-directed prayers,
And the true God, the God of truth, was their's.
Their glory faded, and their race dispersed, The last of nations now, though once the first; They warn and teach the proudest, would they learn, Keep wisdom, or meet vengeance in your turn: If we escaped not, if Heaven spared not us, Peeled, scattered, and exterminated thus; If vice received her retribution due When we were visited, what hope for you? When God arises with an awful frown To punish lust, or pluck presumption down; When gifts perverted, or not duly prized, Pleasure overvalued, and his grace despised, Provoke the vengeance of his righteous hand To pour down wrath upon a thankless land; He will be found imapartially severe, Too just to wibk, or speak the guilty clear.
Oh Israel, of all nations most undone! Thy diadem displaced, thy sceptre gone; Thy temple, once thy glory, fallen and raised, And thou a worshipper even where thou mayest; Thy services once only without spot, Mere shadows now, their ancient pomp forgot;
Thy Levites, once a consecrated host, No longer Levites, and their lineage lost, . . And thou thyself over every country sown, With none on earth that thou canst call thine own; Cry aloud thou that sittest in the dust, Cry to the proud, the cruel, and unjust; Knock at the gates of Nations, rouse their fears; Say wrath is coming, and the storm appears; But raise the shrillest cry in British ears.
• What ails thee, restless as the waves that roár,
And fling their foam against thy chalky shore?
Mistress, at least while Providence shall please,
And trident bearing queen of the wide seas-
Why, having kept good faith, and often shown
Friendship and truth to others, findest thou nonc:
Thou that hast set the persecuted free,
None interposes now to suceour thee.'
Couptries indebted to thy power, that shine
With light derived from thee, would smother thine:
Thy very children watch for thy disgrace
A lawless brood, and curse thee to thy face.
Thy rulers load thy credit, year by year,
With'sums Peruvian mines could never clear;
As if, like arches built with skilful hand,
The more 'twere prest the firmer it would stand.
The cry in all thy ships is still the same,
Speed us away to battle and to fame.
Thy mariners explore the wild expanse,
Impatient to descry the flags of France:
But, though they fight as thine have ever fought,
Return ashamed without the wreaths they sought.
Thy senate is a scene of civil jar,
Chaos of contrarieties at war;
Where sharp and solid, phlegmatic and light,
Discordant atoms meet, ferment, and fight;
Where obstinacy takes his sturdy stand,
To disconcert whąt policy has planned;
Where policy is busied all night long
In setting right what faction has set wrong;