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WILLIAM HAYWARD ROBERTS.
BORN 1745.-DIED 1791.
He was educated at Eton, and from thence was elected to King's college, Cambridge, where he took the degree of master of arts, and of doctor in divinity. From being an under master at Eton he finally rose to be provost of the college, in the year 1781. He was also chaplain to the king, and rector of Farnham Royal, in Buckinghamshire. In 1771 he published, in three parts, “ A Poetical Essay on the Attributes and Providence of the Deity.” Two years afterwards, “ A Poetical Epistle to Christopher Anstey, on the English Poets, chiefly those who had written in blank verse;" and in 1774 his poem of « Judah Restored," a work of no common merit.
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FROM JUDAH RESTORED.
BOOK I. The Subject proposed-State of the Jews in captivity-Character
of Belshazzar-Feast of Baal—Daniel visited by the Angel Gabriel.
The fall of proud Belshazzar, the return
The sun full seventy times had pass'd the realm
There stood his temple; there from side to side
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But oh! what hope, wliat prospect of return, . While fierce Belshazzar reigns? He, undismay'd Though hostile banners stream near Babel's towers, Round his gall’d prisoners binds the griping chain, And scoffs at Judah's God. Even now a shout 1'. Is heard through every street, and with loud voice. Ariochą an herald tall, proclaims a feast to , *To Bel, Chaldæan idol; and commands firs That when the morrow dawns, soon as is heard The sound of cornet, dulcimer, and harp, 1:... Sackbut, and psaltery, each knee be bent. Before the mighty dragon. Silent standa
With eyes dejected Solyma's sad sons.
Now Night invests the pole: wrapt is the world
“ Father of truth, and mercy, thou, whose arm Even from the day when Abraham heard thy voice, Stretch'd o'er thy chosen race, protects us still, Though now awhile thou suffer us to groan Beneath a tyrant's yoke; when, gracious Lord, O when shall we return? O when again
Shall Siloa's banks, and Sion's holy top, Be, vocal with thy name? Said not thy seer, When seventy tedious moons had twelve times waned, We should again be free? Behold, the day Approaches. God of Israel, hath ought chang'd Thine everlasting counsel ? wilt thou leave Thy people yet in sad captivity, And join thy prophet with the despis'd tribe Of Babel's false diviners ? Not to thee, But to great Bel, Chaldæa's frantic priests Waft clouds of incense. Soon as morning dawns, With shouts the noisy revellers will proclaim The triumph of their God; nor will they cease To rouse their monarch's rage, should Judah dare Resist his impious edict. Then, O then, God of our fathers, rise ; and in that day, . . - Even before night, whose vaulted arch now shines With clustering stars, shall visit earth again, Confound their horrid rites, and shew some siga That yet again thy prisoners shall be free.” ..
He spake, and sudden heard a rushing noise, As when a north-west gale comés hovering round. Some cape, the point of spacious continent Or in the Indian, or Pacific main; The sailor hears it whistling in his shrouds, And bids it hail. Bright as the summer's noon Shone all the earth. Before the prophet stood Gabriel, seraphic form: graceful his port, Mild was his eye; yet such as might command Reverence, and sacred awe, by purest love , i