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(Tho' once of grandeur and of power possest, And all the treasures of the fhining East) There near th' oppreffor fleeps th' opprefs'd in peace,
And there the pris'ner's cries for ever cease.
Why sparest thou, O LORD! a life like mine?
ON A YOUNG LADY.
*ARK how, ere eve, the morning honors fade! What stood in glory, fee in ruins laid! By birth we die :---our fate we draw with breath, And life beginning teems with feeds of death.
DAVID'S LAMENTATION OVER SAUL
II SAMUEL I. XIX.
HY glory, Ifrael, and thy beauty mourn!
O tell it not in Gath's triumphant gate,
O fatal Gilboa, where my friend was flain,
With his bold fire the blooming hero dy'd!
Your much lov'd king with grateful tears deplore
How are the mighty fall'n! their strength how vain! O JONATHAN, O friend untimely flain! Weak are all words, how fhall I thee commend, My more than brother, and my more than friend! My life, my JONATHAN! and must we part? Ah! who can speak this bitterness of heart? Sore, fore within me is my foul diftrefs'd; Thine image bleeds for ever in my breast, With fond remembrance, whilft my thoughts o'erflow, And friendship paft furvives in prefent woe: That friendship which once breath'd celestial fire, More pure than woman's love and foft defire.
How are the mighty fall'n, their fate deplore! Thy sword and shield, O Ifrael, are no more!
DESIGNED FOR THE STATUE OF EDWARD THE SIXTH, IN ST. THOMAS'S HOSPITAL.
N Edward's brow no laurels caft a fhade, Nor at his feet are warlike spoils display'd; Yet here, fince firft his bounty rais'd the pile, The lame grow active, and the languid smile: See this, ye chiefs, and, ftruck with envy, pine, To kill is brutal, but to fave, divine.
PSALM CXXXVII. PARAPHRASED.
HERE the fair streams of fam'd Euphrates And make the vales of Babylonia gay, [ftray, On the green borders of the filver flood, Judea's exil'd mournful children stood: A penfive land, oppreft with grief fevere, For Zion's fate they fhed the frequent tear ; Their filent harps, fo tuneful late, unftrung, High on the branches of the willows hung; When lo! their enemies demand the strains That erft refounded fweet on Judah's plains. How shall these songs, Jehovah, fovereign king! In this ftrange clime thy captive people fing? Let my right hand forget the note to play, Let my mute tongue forget to tune the lay, If e'er my thought neglectful, faithless, roves From thee, O Salem! and thy facred groves: But, mighty Lord! remember thou their feed Who bade thy city mourn, thy people bleed! Shall not ere long proud Babel's turrets fall, And in her streets the noisome reptiles crawl: Her haughty warriors pale and breathless lie, Dafh'd on the ftones her helpless infants die; The woes we suffer be to her repaid, And all her glory funk in everlasting fhade!
ЈОМАН. А Р О Е М.
BY MR. JOSEPH MITCHELL.
N early times, well known to public fame, A city flourish'd----NINEVEH by name; First built and peopled by Affyrian bands, Who spread their conquefts o'er the eastern lands. But, ah! how bafely men dominion use, And providence's liberal gifts abuse! What dire effects from ease and plenty flow! And to what heights does vice, unpunish'd, grow! Luft, rapine, blood, idolatry and ftrife, (The fure attendants of luxurious life) Like floods, unbounded, pour'd their forces in, And NINEVEH was delug'd o'er with sin. What foreign foes could not by force obtain, Thro' many a long and hazardous campaign, Was bafely yielded by themselves in peace, As they grew more effeminate by ease. Now, lofing sense of honor and of fame, They reign in vice, and triumph in their fhame; Like favage brutes ungovern'd, wanton rove, And act whate'er their fancies most approve. Here, adoration to the ftones is paid; There, guilty lovers in the streets are laid: Riot and death in every corner reign, And the whole city turn'd a horrid scene.