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Here, lab'ring Muse, those glorious chiefs re- Or swell'd above the clifts their billows raise,
Before the Muses leave their patrou's praise.
Well claim'd the royal household for his
And blest again to see his fiow'r allied
Ah prince! th'illustrious planet of thy birth, To aid the crown and state his greatest zeal, And thy more pow'rful virtue, guard thy His second care that service to conceal :
worth! Of dues observant, firm to ev'ry trast,
That no Achitopbel thy rain boast !
And Pharaoli's altars in their pomp disdain : See all bis glories copied in his son,
To slight his gods was small, with wobler Whose forward fanue should ev'ry Muse en
He all th' allurements of his court defied. Vhose youth boasts skill denied to others age. Whom profit nor example could betray, Men, manuers, language, books of noblest Bit Israel's friend, and true to David's sway. kind,
What acts of favour in his province fall, Alreadly are the conquest of bis mind;
Ou merit he confers, and freely all. Whose loyalty hefore its date was prime,
Our list of nobles next let Amri grace, Nor waited the dull course of rolling time :
Whose merits claiiu'd the Abethdin's high The monster Faction early he dismay'd,
place; Aud David's causc long since contess'l his aid.
Who with a loyalty that did excel, Brave Abdael o'er the prophet's school was
Brought all th' endowments of Achitophel. placil;
Siucere was Amri, and not only kuew, Abdael with all his father's virtue grac'd;
But Israel's sanctions into practice drew; A hero, wbo, while stars lookd wond'ring | Our laws, that did a boundless ocean seem, duwa),
[crown, Were coasted all, and fathood all by him. Without one Hebrew's blooid restor'd the No rabbio speaks like him their mystic sense, That praise was his ; what therefore did remain So just, and with such charms of eloquence; For following chiefs, but boldly to maintain To whom the double blessing does belong, That crown restor'd fand in this rank of fame, With Moses'inspiration, Aaron's tongue. Biave Jbdael with the first a place must Then Sheva none more loyal zeal have shewn, claim.
Wakeful as Judal's lion for the crown,
In vain seditious scribes with libel strive
So Muses, when the pest on legions prey'd, Yet fate for ruin takes so still an hour,
Then death unworthy seiz'd a generous race, And strength's exhausted store let love supply, To virtue's scandal, and the stars disgrace! What tribute, Asaph, shall we render thee? Oh! had the indulgent pow'rs vouchsaf d to We'll crown thee with a wreath from thy own yield, tree!
lustead of faithless shelves, a listed field; Thy laurel grove no envy's Aash can blast : A listed field of Heaven's and David's fues, The song of Asaph shall for ever last.
Fierce as the troops that did his youth oppose; With wonder late posterity shall dwell
Each life had on bis slaughter'd heap retird, On Absalom and false Achitophel :
Not tamely and unconquering thus expir’d: Tby strain shall be our slumb'ring prophet's. But destiny is now their only foe, dream,
And dying c'en o'er that they triumph ton; And when our Sion virgins sing their theme, With loud last breaths their master's 'scape Our jubilees shall with thy verse be grac'd;
applaud, The song of Asaph shall for ever last.
Of whom kind force could scarce the fates deHow fierce his satire lovs'd! restraiud, how
Who for such followers lost, О machless mind! How tender of th’offending young man's fame! At his own safety now almost repind! How well his worth and brave adventures styl’d! : Say, royal Sir, by all your fame in arms, Just to his virtues, to his error mild.
Your praise in peace, and by Urania's charms, No page of thioe, tbat fears the strictest view, If all your suf rings past so nearly press’d, But teems with just reproof, or praise as true. Or piered with balf so painfal grief, your Not Eden could a fairer prospect yield;
breast? All paradise without one barreu field :
Thus some diviner Muse her hero forms, Whose wit the censure of his foes bas past, Not sooth'd with soft delights, but tossid ja The song of Asaph shall for ever last.
storms; What praise for such rich strains shall we Nor stretch'd on roses in the myrtle grove, allow?
Nur crowns his days with mirth, his nights What just rewards the grateful crown bestow? with love; While bees in flox'rs rejoice, and flow'rs in dew, | But far remov'd in thund'ring camps is found, While stars and fountains to their course are His slumbers short, bis bed the herbless true;
ground: While Judah's throne and Sion's rock stand In tasks of danger always seen the first, fast,
Feeds from the hedge, and slakes with ice his The song of Asaph and the fame shall last.
[rage, Still Hebron's honour'd happy soil retains Long must bis patience strive with fortune's Oer royal bero's beauteous dear remains ; And long opposing gods themselves engage: Who now sails off with winds nor wishes
Must see his country flame, his friends deslack,
stroy'd, To bring his suffrings' bright companion Before the promis'd empire be enjoy'd: back,
Such toils of fate must build a man of fame, But ere such transport can our sense employ, And such to Israel's crown, the godlike David A bitter grief must poison half our joy; Nor can our coasts restor'd those blessings see What sudden beams dispel the clouds so fast, Without a bribe to envious destiny !
Whose drenching rains laid all our vineyards Curs'd Sodoni's dooin for ever fix the tide
waste! Where, by inglorious chance, the valiant died! The spring so far behind her course delay'd, Give not insulting Askalon to know,
Onth'instant is in all her bloom array'd; Nor let Gath's daughters triumph iu our woe! The winds breathe low, the element serene; No sailor with the news swell Egypt's pride, Yet inark what motion in the waves is seen! By what inglorious fate our valiant died ! Thronging and busy as Hyblaen swarms, Weep Arnon! Jordan weep thy fountains dry, | Or straggied soldiers suinmond to their arms. Wbile Sion's rock dissolves for a supply. See where the princely bark in loosest pride,
Calin were the elements, night's silence deep, With all her guardian fleet, adorns the tide! The waves scarce murmuring, and the winds tigh on her deck the royal lurers stand, asleep ;
Our crimes to pardon ere be touch'd our land
Welcoine to Israel and to David's breast! Egypt,
France. Here all your toils, bere all your suff'rings rest.
Bennet, Earl of Arlington. This year did Ziloah rule Jerusalem,
Ethnic Plot, Tbe l'opish-Plot. And boldly all seditiou's syrtes stem.
Brussels, the land of exile. Howe er encumbered with a viler pair
Scotland. Than Zipb or Sbimei to assist the chair; Ile'ren Priests,... The Ch. of England Clergy. Yet Zilvah's loyal labour's so prevailid,
Eurl of Feversham. That faction at the next election failu ;
Hyde, Earl of Rochester. When ev'n the cominon cry did justice sound,
Jebusites, .i.... Papists. And merit by the multitude was crowu'd : Jerusalem,
London. With David then was Israel's peace restord; Jeres,
Euglish Crowds mouro'd their error, and obey'd their Jonas,
Sir William Jones. lord.
Marquis of Hallifax.
England. Abdael,...... General Monk.
Thomas Thynne, Esq. Abeihdin, A Lord Chancellor.
Mr. Fergusson, a teacher. Alisalom, Duke of Monmouth.
Sir Robert Clayton.
Lord Howard of Escrick.
King of France.
Rohsheka,..... Sir Thomas Player,
Character drawn for Dryden. Sagan of Jerusalem, Compton, Bp of London, Balaam,
Earl of Huntingdun. Sanhedrim, Parliament.
Sir Roger Lestrange.
Sotymean Rout,.. Loudou lebels.
Archbishop of Canterbury. Corah, Dr. Oates.
A Member of Parliament. David, Charles II.
Duke of Buckingham. Does Elkapab Settle.
Sir John Moor.
END OF THE BEAUTIES OF DRYDEX.
( 2 ) Where in chilihoods past day I saw distiny frowning
While hope wou'd forsake as each prospect drew righ I caught at each leaf, like the wretch who is drowning
Yet others I saved not so frien-less as I And each tear that was changed to a smile by my aid Gave joy to my heart, tho' a poor orphan maid.
( 3 ) Froin experier ce like mine you this lesson may borrow
Ne'er sink unresisting the victum of grief
And comforting others you'll meet with relief Thus each tear that was changed to a smile hy my aid Cheer' my heart tho’a poor little orphan maici.