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< 'Twould be in vain for me, with fly deceit, To plead not guilty, and my cause debate, · He, whom the jarring elements obey, Who governs all things with defpotic fway, • To whom all nature's open at a view,
• Would foon my crime, as now he does, pursue,
Long had I dwelt in Sion's holy hill,
Unthinking wretch! to difobey my God, Since fad deftruction waits his awful nod ; And they who fin against the clearest light, • Provoke him moft t' exert his vengeful might. • Now here I ftand an object of his wrath, • And, for my fake, you're all expos'd to death. • Ye charge the horrors of the deep in vain,
And, to deaf idol deities, complain.
His word, that turn'd these wat'ry worlds to flame, That flame to tempeft, can the tempeft tame.' The failors now with this account amaz'd, All trembling ftood, and on each other gaz'd.
A deadly cold ran shiv'ring through their hearts,
And, as they could, the finking vessel row'd.
Now hopes were loft, and all essays thought vain, To Jonah thus the failors turn again :
Since by thy fault (as thou didst now confess) We labor, helpless, in this sad diftress,
• Tell, if thou know'ft th' Almighty's fov'reign will, How we may beft the raging tempeft ftill; • What means are needful to appease his wrath, ⚫ And fave ourselves, if poffible, from death.'
The prophet, trembling, made a faint reply; 'T' atone for guilt, the guilty foul must die. • For me alone hath happen'd all this woe; The ftorm is mine, not your avenging foe, Make hafte to plunge me in the swelling deep, And all your cares, and all the winds fhall fleep. Soon as the ship of fuch a weight is eas'd,
A calm fhall spread, and juftice be appeas'd.' Again, the pitying failors ply'd their oars, With skill and strength to reach the Tarfian fhores. But ceas'd, at length, t' employ a fruitless care, And thus to heaven address'd their pious prayer: "O pow'rful Being! of all Gods the best! Regard, we pray, regard our fad request.
• Thou know'ft we thirft not for thy fervant's life,
'Nor is his death our pleasure, but his choice.
• Then from the guilt of blood, thy fuppliants fave, Nor fatisfaction in thy fury crave.'
With strange reluctance the obedient crew,
Lo! he defcends; and o'er his deftin'd head
Now ftruck with wonder, all the failors raife
But Jonah, whom of late no ship could fave,
With ardent foul to heaven for help he pray'd,
Yet, whilft our prophet is in prison hurl'd
To thee, my God, enthron'd above the sky,
• From difmal caverns of the deep I cry.
Amidft the horrors of this dreadful place
I hope for mercy, and implore thy grace.
While thou canst pardon, tho' thou look'ft fevere, There's room for hope, as well as anxious fear.
• Why fhould I, helpless, in my fhip-wreck, mourn, Since faith a judge can to a Saviour turn? Tho' I'm confin'd in caverns of the main, Amidft my woes, I'll faith and hope maintain. . Thou, who canft thake the centre, canft controul The rebel powers of my tumultuous foul;
• Reftrain the wild diforder of my blood,
And fave me from the dangers of the flood.'
The prophet's fuit, with faith and fervor join'd, Soon reach'd the throne, and footh'd th' Almighty's mind.
Now thro' th' abyfs the restless monster roam'd, And, flound'ring high, anew the billows foam'd. In spite of nature's ftrong and common laws, He's forced to expand his wide-devouring jaws, And vomit forth, at the divine command, Unhurt, the wond'ring prophet on the land.
Thrice had the fun his daily race renew'd, E're Jonah, fafe, his fellow creatures view'd. A type of that far greater blifs to come, When man's Redeemer, buried in a tomb, Should ride victorious o'er infernal powers, Lead captive death, and break his prifon doors! What can't th' almighty power of God perform His word can raise, and fudden calm a ftorm. The elements from natʼral jars he keeps, And makes unfrozen billows ftand in heaps. The dreadful monfters that infeft the main Are all obfequious subjects of his reign.