Confederate join'd, puiffant voluntiers.
But little, little 'vail'd their might when heav'n
Was their antagonist: lo, widely glow'd
The Empyrean, and in bright array,
And comely difcipline the ftarry host,
Heavn's grand militia, appear'd; they fought,
And foil'd the threat'ning war. Old KISHON faw,
Old KisHON from his ouzy channel rear'd
His head, and rallying his waves, he rush'd
With glad precipitance on all the hoft.
Oftrength, thou art no more! rejoice my foul,
For ftrength beneath thee lies.
Then might you see the prancing steeds recoil
Promiscuous; o'er the flinty field they fled,
And foam'd for anguish of their shatter'd hoofs.
Curfe MEROZ (faid fome power immortal) curfe
The fons of MEROZ, daftard fouls, who could
Supinely view their country's wrong; nor durft,
With honeft rage or filial pity mov'd,
Avenge the caufe of heaven and Ifrael.
With fignal honours be the Kenite bleft,
Of all her fex fupreme; he thirsty ask'd
Her water, fhe to palliate her intent,
With hand unsparing temper'd dulcet creams,
And brought forth butter in a lordly dish;
She forg'd a fmile, upon her graceful brow
Sate love and friendship (in the cause of truth
Elfe undiffembl'd) while with fecret hand
The nail she took, her right the hammer grafp'd,
With cautious fteps fhe filently advanc'd,
And fix'd the inftruments of fate; fhe fmote,
And pierc'd his temples thro', a ghaftly wound!
He bow'd, he funk, he fell; his quivering limbs
No more fuftain'd the lifeless load; he bow'd,
Beneath her feet he fell : his carcass huge
The hideous ruin witneffed.
Meanwhile, impatient of her fon's delay,
The mother from her lofty turrets look'd,
With diftant ken the ample plains survey'd,
A prospect wide, but mift the object sought :
Within her troubl'd breast a conflict held
Despair and hope: why stays my SISERA ?
Why loiter thus his chariot's tardy wheels?
She paus'd awhile, her ladies would have spoke,
But confidence fuggested a reply.
I fee (or fure my fancy mocks my fight)
I fee each fon in dalliance sweet carefs
His captive Hebrew maid; look there,
I ken before his vaunting squadrons march
My conquering SISERA, his ftately neck
With martial trophies hung, and rich brocades
Of crurious texture, and promifcuous die.
Thus, great creator, let unpity'd fall
Who dare with thee contend, and still like her
Themselves with fond imaginary hopes
Mock and delude, but may the happy they
Who love thy facred and eternal name,
Shine like the fun aspiring to his noon,
And from their bleft meridian ne'er decline.
A HYMN. By Mr. CHARLES HOPKINS,
About an hour before his death, when in great pain.
10 thee, my God, tho' late, at last I turn;
Not for my fuff'rings, but my fins I mourn,
For all my crimes thy mercy I implore,
And to thofe mercies thou haft fhown before,
Add, Lord, thy grace, that I may fin no more.
I beg thy goodness to prolong my breath,
And give me life, but to prepare for death.
Pardon, O pardon my tranfgreffions past;
Lord, I repent; let my repentance last :—
Let me again this mortal race begin,
Let me live on, but not live on to fin:
Which if thy heavenly wifdom find unfit,
Thy will be done, I humbly do submit.
But let thy fov'reign mercy bear the fway,
Let juftice throw the flaming sword away,
Or man can ne'er abide the dreadful day.
O by the cross and paffion of thy son,
Whofe facred death the life of man begun,
By that dear blood which our redemption cost,
And by the coming of the holy ghost ;
Deliver us amidst the life to come,
In the laft hour, and at the day of doom.
VERSES from a GENTLEMAN to a LADY,
When both his EYES were hurt by a TENNIS-BALL,
OW vain are all the joys of man,
By nature born to certain forrow! Since none, not e'en the wisest, can
Be fure of pleasure for to-morrow.
These eyes, of late my envy'd boast,
By CELIA priz'd above all other,
Sce, one, alafs! for ever loft,
Its fellow weeping for his brother.
Yet ftill I'm bleft, while one remains
To view my CELIA's matchlefs beauty;
Her looks ftill eafe my fharpeft pains,
With tender love and chearful duty.
Had I for her in battle ftrove,
The fatal blow I'd born with pleasure; And ftill, my conftant love to prove, With joy I'd lofe this fingle treasure.
E'en then the beauties of her mind
Would amply blefs her fruitful lover;
He must be deaf as well as blind,
Who can't my CELIA's charms discover.
Then too I'd find one folid blifs,
Which heaven alone to me dipenfes ; Tho' deaf and blind, her balmy kiss Wou'd ravifh the remaining fenses.
Hebræas etiam radices
In folo fterili felices,
Tot habuit ut plerique eum
Curtum crediderint Judæum,
Et forfan fuit, Veneris ergô,
Judæus factus a chirurgo.
In logicâ emunctæ naris
In analytica præclarus,
Ingenio fuit tam subtili
Difcerneret ut fitum pili,
Et fi qua horâ difputaret,
Cui parti magis inclinaret;
Utramque tueretur, quæque
Affirmat, mox infirmat æquê.
Oftendit, cum fufcepit litem,
Quod vir & equus non fint idem.
Avem non effe buteonem,
Et effe fatrapam bubonem,
Et anferes jufticiarios,
Cornices fidei commiffarios,
Deberet difputatione,
Hæc omnia faceret, & plura,
Perfecto modo & figurâ.
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