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• Hapless, hapless pair,
• Goaded by despair,
• Forlorn, thro' defart climes they go!
• Wake, my lyre! can Pity sleep,
# When Heaven is mov'd, and angels weep!
• Flow, ye melting numbers, flow;
• Till he feel that guilt is woe.'
The king, with pride, and shame, and anguish torn,
Shot fury from his eyes, and fcorn.
The glowing youth,
Bold in truth,
(So still should virtue guilty power engage)
With brow undaunted met his
rage. See, his cheek kindles into generous fire!
Stern, he bends him o'er his lyre;
And, while the doom of guilt he fings,
Shakes horror from the tortur'd strings.
• What sounds of terror and distress • Rend yon howling wilderness !
« The dreadful thunders found ! The forked lightnings flash along the ground!
Why yawns that deep'ning gulph below.com
• 'Tis for Heaven's rebellious foe!
Fly, ye fons of Israel, Ays
• Who dwells in Korah's guilty tents must die!
• They fink ! -Have mercy,
« In dreadful tumult rife!
• Hark! from the deep their loud laments I hear!
• They lessen now, and lessen on the ear!
« Now, destruction's strife is o'er! :)
• The countless hoft
« For ever lost!
· The gulph is clos’d!—Their cries are heard no more!
• But oh, my lyre! what accents can relate
• Sinful man's appointed fate ! -
• He comes, he comes! th' avenging God!
• Clouds and darkness round him roll:
Tremble, earth! ye mountains, nod!
• He bows the kies, and shakes the pole.
• The gloomy banners of his wrath unfurl'd,
• He calls the floods, to drown a guilty world.
“ Ruin, lift thy baleful head;
« Rouze the guilty world from sleep;
“ Lead up thy billows from their cavern'd bed,
“ And burst the rocks that chain thee in the deep!”
Now, th' impetuous torrents rise; }i; • The hoarse-ascending deluge roars: · Down rush the cataracts from the skies; • The fwelling waves o'erwhelm the shores.
• Just, o God, is thy decree!
• Shall guilty man.contend with thee!
• Lo, Hate and Envy, fea-entomb'd,
• And Rage with Luft in ruin sleepi
• And scoffing Luxury is dgom’d,
• To glut the vast and ravenous deep!
• In vain from Fate th' astonish'd remnant flies:-
“ Shrink, ye rocks! Ye oceans, rise!" · The tottering cliffs no more the floods controul;.
Sea, following fea, ingulphs the ball :
• O'er the funk hills the wat’ry mountains roll,
And wide Destruction swallows all.
Now fiercer let th' empassion'd numbers glow :
• Swell the song, ye mighty choir !
Wing your dreadful darts with fire!
« Hear me, monarch!--Guilt is woe!'
Thus while the frowning lhepherd pour'd along
The deep impetupus torrent of his song i:
Saul, ftung by dire despair,
Gnafh'd his teeth, and tore his hair :
From his blood, by horror chill'd,
A cold and agonizing sweat diftilld;
Then, foaming with unutterable smart,
He aim'd a dagger at his heart.
His watchful train prevent the blow;
And call each lenient balm to soothe his frantick woe:
But pleas'd, the shepherd now beheld
His pride by Heaven's own terrors quellid;
Then bade his potent lyre controul
The mighty storm that rent his soul.
• Cease your cares! the body's pain
" A sweet relief may
• But gums and lenient balms are vain,
« To heal the wounded mind.
• Come, fair Repentance, from the skies ;
< fainted maid, with upcaft eyes!
• Descend, in thy celestial shroud,
• Vested in a weeping cloud !
• Holy Guide, descend, and bring
Mercy from th'Eternal King!
• To his soul your beams impart,
* And whisper comfort to his heart !
• 'They come. O king, thine ear incline !
• Listen to their voice divine:
« Their voice shall every pang compose,
• To gentle sorrow soothe thy woes ;
• Till each pure wish to heaven shall foar,
• And Peace return, to part no more!
Behold, obedient to their great command,
The lifted dagger quits his trembling hand!
Smooth'd is his brow, where fullen Care
And furrow'd Horror couch'd with fell Despair :
No more his eyes with fury glow;
But heavenly grief fucceeds to hell-born woe.com
· See, the signs of grace appear!
. See the soft relenting tear,
• Trickling at sweet Mercy's call!
• Catch it, angels, ere it fall!
· And let the heart-sent offering rise,
• Heaven's best-accepted sacrifice !'
• Yet, yet again !-Ah! see, the pang returns !
Again with inward fire his heaving bosom burns !
• Now, shepherd, wake a mightier strain ;
· Search the deep heart-rending pain ;
« Till the large floods of sorrow roll,
* And quench the tortures of his soul.”-
• Almighty Lord, aecept his pang fincere !
« Let heavenly hope dispel each dark temptation !
• And, while he pours the penitential tear,
• O visit him with thy falvation !
Stoop from heaven, ye raptur'd throng!
• Sink, ye swelling tides of fong! • For lo ! diffolv'd by Mufick's melting power, • Celestial Sorrow rolls her plenteous shower :
6 O'er his wan cheek the colours rise,
* And beams of comfort brighten in his eyes.
Happy king, thy woes are o'er !
• Thy God shall wound thy soul no more:
• The pitying Father of mankind,
• Meets the pure-returning mind.'-
• No more shall black Despair afflict his soul!
* Each gentler sound, ye shepherds, now combine ;
• Sweetly let the numbers roll;
"Soothe him into hope divine.
• Now lowly let the rustick measure glide,
• To quell the dark remains of self-consuming pride ;
• Till Nature's home-sprung blessings he confefs,
• And own that calm content is happiness.'-
• Ye woods and lakes, ye cliffs and mountains !
· Haunted grots, and living fountains !
Listen to your shepherd's lay,
< Whose artless carols close the day.
- Bounding kids around him throng ;
The steep rock echoes back his song:
« While all unseen to mortal eye,
Sliding down the evening sky,
Holy Peace, tho' born above,
• Daughter of Innocence and Love,
* Quits her throne and mansion bright,
* Her crown of stars and robe of light,
• Serene, in gentle smiles array'd,
"To dwell beneath his palm-tree shade.
* Hail, meek angel ! awful guest !
Still pour thy radiance o'er my breast !
« Pride and Hate in courts may shine ;
• The shepherd's calm and blameless tent is thine !"
Softly, softly breathe your numbers,
"And wrap his weary'd foul in Numbers !'-
Gentle sleep becalm his breaft,
• And close his eyes in healing rest!
Descend, celeftial visions, ye who wait,
• God's ministring powers, at Heaven's eternal gate!
· Ye, who nightly vigils keep,
• And rule the filent realms of Neep,
· Exalt the juft to joys refin'd,
• And plunge in woe the guilty mind,
• Descend! Oh, waft him to the skies,
• And open all Heaven's glories to his eyes!