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Say why the driving Hail with rufhing Sound
Pours from on high, and rattles on the Ground?
How hover Shows and wanton in the Air,
Fall by degrees, and cloath the hoary Year?
Why Pearly Rain in fruitful Showers flows,
And on each Bud a fudden Spring bestows?
Say, can thy Voice when fultry Sirius reigns,
Glows in the Air, and fires the thirsty Plains,
Call down the Waters, and command the Rains?
Or, when the Heav'ns are charg'd with gloomy
[Clouds,
And rushing down precipitate in Floods,

Chafe the dark Horror of the Storm away,
Restrain the Deluge, and restore the Day?
By Thee does Summer deck her felf with Charms,
Or hoary Winter lock his frozen Arms?
Does the pale Lilly or the blushing Rose,
By thee their Bofoms to the Morn disclose?
Do Fruits from thee receive their various Hue,
Sweet to the Smell, and charming to the View?

Say why the Sun arrays with various Dies
The gawdy Bow, that gilds the gloomy Skies.
He from his Urn pours forth his Golden Streams,
And humid Clouds imbibe the glittring Beams.
Say, canft thou rule the Courfers of the Sun,
Or lash the lazy Sign Bootes on?

Dost thou inftru&t the Eagle how to fly,
To fcorn the lower Air, and tow'r the Sky?
On founding Pinions born he mounts, and shrouds
His proud aspiring Head among the Clouds.
Strong-pounc'd and fierce! he darts upon his
[Prey,
He foars in Triumph thro' th' Ethereal way,
Bears on the Sun, and basks in open Day.
Does the dread King and Terror of the Wood,
The Lyon, at thy Hand expect his Food?
Stung with keen Hunger from his Den he comes,
Ranges the Plains, and o'er the Forest roams;
In fullen Majesty he stalks away,

And Tygers tremble while he seeks his Prey,

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Doft thou with Thunder arm the generous Horse,
Add nervous Limbs, or Swiftnefs for the Courfe?
Fleet as the Wind he shoots along the Plain,

And knows no Check, nor hears the curbing Rein.
His fiery Eye-balls formidably bright

Dart a fierce Glory, and a dreadful Light.

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Pleas'd with the Clank of Arms and Trumpets

[Ground.

He bounds, and prancing paws the trembling
He Snuffs the promis'd Battel from afar,

[War.
Neighs at the Captains Shouts and Thunder of the
Rous'd with the noble Din, and Martial Sight,
He pants with Tumults of fevere Delight;
His sprightly Blood an even Course disdains,
Pours from his Heart, and Charges in his Veins.

He braves the Spear,and mocks the twangingBow,

Demands the Fight, and rushes on the Foe.

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THE

PRAYER of JEREMY

PARAPHRAS'D.

Prophetically representing the Paffionate Grief of the Jewish People, for the Lofs of their Town and Sanctuary.

By Mr. SOUTHCOTT.

I.

Tand,Sun of Juftice! SovereignGod most high!

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In Libra fix thy Bench of Equity,

And weigh our Caufe

Look down on Earth, nay look as low again,

As we're inferior to the worst of Men;

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We Wretched, once, like thy Archangels, Bright, Are caft down headlong with diminish'd Light. So Meteors fall, and as they downwards fly, Leave a long Train of lefs'ning Light, and die.

II.

Then let that other smoother Face of thine,
The Sun of Mercy, take its turn and shine.
If not alone, at least to mix Allays,

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And streak thy Justice with alternate Rays,
To fee and pity our Distress, for oh!

As thou'rt exalted, our Condition's low.

III.

Houfes, Eftates, our Temple and our Town, Which Heav'n and Birthright long had made our

Tobarb'rous Nations now are fall'na Prey,

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And we from all we love, are torn away.
Thus early Orphans whilft our Fathers live,.
We know no Comfort, they no Comfort give:

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