But fuch as lays the lofty looks of pride,
And makes cool thought in humble channel glide;
But fuch as clears the cheats of error's den,
Whence magic mifts furround the fouls of men ;
Whence felf-delufion's trains adorn their flight,
As fnow's fair feathers fleet to darken fight;
Then reft, and in the work of fancy fpread,
To gay-wav'd plumes for every mortal's head.
These empty forms, when death appears, difperfe,
Or melt in tears, upon its mournful hearfe;
The fad reflection forces men to know,
Life furely fails, and fwiftly flies below.
Oh, left thy folly lofe the profit fought,
Oh never touch it with a glancing thought,
As men to glaffes come, and ftraight withdraw,
And straight forget what fort of face they faw:
But fix, intently fix, thine inward eyes,
And in the strength of this great truth be wife.
If on the globe's dim fide our fenfes ftray,
Not us'd to perfect light, we think it day:
Death feems long fleep; and hopes of heavenly
beams,

Deceitful wishes, big with diftant dreams;
But if our reafon purge the carnal fight.
And place its objects in their juster light,
We change the fide, from dreams on earth we

move,

And wake through death, to rifing life above.
Here o'er my foul a folenın filence reigns,
Preparing thought for new celeftial strains,
The former vanish off, the new begin,
The folemn filence stands like night between,
In whofe dark bofom day departing lies,
And day fucceeding takes a lovely rife.
But though the fong be chang'd, be still the flame,
And still the prophet, in my lines the same;
With care renew'd, upon the children dwell,
Whofe finful fathers in the desert fell,
With care renew'd, if any care can do,
Ah! left they fin, and left they perish too.
Go feek for Mofes at yon facred tent,
On which the Prefence makes a bright descent.
Behold the cloud, with radiant glory fair,
Like a wreath'd pillar, curl itself in air!
Behold it hovering just above the door,
And Mofes meekly kneeling on the floor.
But if the gazing turn thy edge of sight,
And darkness fpring from unfupported light,
Then change the fenfe, be fight in hearing
drown'd,

While thefe ftrange accents from the vifion found:

The time, my fervant, is approaching nigh,
When thou fhalt gather'd with thy fathers lie;
And foon thy nation, quite forgetful grown
Of all the glories which mine arm has fhewn,
Shall through my covenant perversely break,
Defpife my worship, and my name forfake,
By cuftoms conquer'd, where to rule they go,
And ferving gods that can't protect their foe.
Difpleas'd at this, I'll turn my face afide
Till fharp Affliction's rod reduce their pride;
Till, brought to better mind, they seek relief,
By good confeffions in the midst of grief.
Then write thy song, to stand a witness still
Of favours past, and of my future will,

For I their vain conceits before difcern,
Then write thy fong which Ifrael's fons fhall learn.
As thus the wondrous voice its charge repeats,
The prophet musing deep within repeats,
He feems to feel it on a ftreaming ray,
Pierce through the foul enlightening all its way.
And much obedient will, and free desire,
And much his love of Jacob's feed inspire;
And much, oh! much above the warmth of thofe,
The facred fpirit in his bofom glows,
Majeftic Notion feems decrees to nod,
And holy Transport speaks the words of God.

He now returns, the finish'd roll he brings,
Enrich'd with strains of past and future things;
The priests in order to the tent repair,
The gather'd tribes attend the elders there :
Oh! facred Mercy's inexhaufted flore!
Shall these have warning of their faults before,
Shall these be told the recompences due,
Shall heaven and earth be call'd to witness to
Then ftill the tumult, if it will be so,
Let fear, to lofe a word, its caution fhew;
Let close attention in dead calm appear,
And foftly, foftly fteal with filence near;
While Mofes, rais'd above the liftening throng,
Pronounces thus in all their ears the song :

Hear, Oh ye heavens, Creation's lofty fhew,
Hear, Oh thou heaven-encompass'd earth below,
As filver showers of gently dropping rain,
As honey dews diftilling on the plain,
As rain, as dews, for tender grass design'd,
So fhall my speeches fink within the mind,
So fweetly turn the foul's enlivening food,
So fill and cherish hopeful feeds of good,
For now my numbers to the world abroad
Will loudly celebrate the name of God.,

Afcribe, thou nation, every favour'd tribe, Excelling greatness to the Lord afcribe, The Lord the rock on whom we fafely trust, Whose work is perfect, and whose ways are justs The Lord! whofe promife ftands for ever true; The Lord moft righteous, and most holy too.

Ah, worfe election! Ah, the bonds of fin ! They choose themselves, to take corruption in : They stain their fouls with vice's deepest blots, When only frailties are his children's pots. Their thoughts, words, actions, all are run aftray, And none more crooked, more perverfe, than they. Say, rebel nation, and unwifely light, Say, will thy folly thus the Lord requite? Or is he not the God who made thee free, Whose mercy purchas'd and establish'd thee? Remember well the wondrous days of old, The years of ages long before thee told,

Afk all thy fathers, who the truth will fhew,
Or ask thine elders, for thine elders know. [down,
When the Most High, with fceptre pointed
Defcrib'd the realms of each beginning crown,
When Adam's offspring providential care,
To people countries, fcatter'd here and there
He to the limits of their lands confin'd,
That favour'd Ifrael has its part affign'd,.
For Ifrael is the Lord's, and gains the place
Referv'd for thofe, whom he would choose ta
grace.

Him in the defert, him his mercy found, Where famine dwells and howling deafs the ground,

Where dread is felt by favage noife increast,
Where folitude erects its feat on wafte:

And there he led him, and he taught him there,
And fafely kept him with a watchful care;
The tender apples of our heedful eye,
Not more in guard, nor more fecurely lie.
And as an eagle, that attempts to bring
Her unexperienc'd young to truft the wing,
Stirs up her neft, and flutters o'er their heads,
And all the forces of her pinions fpreads,
And takes and bears them on her plumes above,
To give peculiar proof of royal love;
'Twas fo the Lord, the gracious Lord alone,
With kindness moft peculiar, led his own:
As no ftrange God concurr'd to make him free,
So none had power to lead him through but he.
To lands excelling lands and planted high,
That boasts the kindeft influencing fky,
He brought, he bore him, on the wings of grace,
To taste the plenties of the ground's increase;
Sweet dropping honey from the rocky foil,
From flinty rocks the fmoothly flowing oil,
The gilded butter from the ftately kine,
'The milk with which the duggs of fheep decline,
The marrow fatnefs of the tender lambs,
The bulky breed of Bafan's goats and rams;
The finest flowery wheat that crowns the plain
Distends its husk, and loads the blade with grain,
And still he drank from ripe delicious heaps
Of clusters prefs'd, the purest blood of grapes.
But thou art wanton, fat, and kickest now,
Oh, well directed, Oh, Jefhuron thou:
Thou foon wert fat, thy fides were thickly grown,
Thy fatnefs deeply cover'd every bone;
Then wanton fulness vain oblivion brought,
And God, that made and fav'd thee, was forgot;
While gods of foreign lands, and rites abhorr'd,
To jealoufies and anger mov'd the Lord;
While gods thy fathers never knew were own'd,
And fiends themselves with facrifice aton'd.
Oh! fools, unmindful whence your order'd frame,
And whence your life-infufing spirit came ;
Such strange corruptions could his hate provoke,
And thus their fate his indignation spoke :

It is decreed, I'll hide my face, and fee,
When I forfake them, what their end fhall be;
For they're a froward, very froward train,
They promife duty, but return disdain.
Within my foul they've rais'd a jealous flame,
By new-nam'd gods, and only gods in name;
They make the burnings of my anger glow,
By guilty vanity's difpleafing fhew;
I'll also teach their jealousy to fret,
At such as are not form'd a people yet,
I'll make their anger vex their inward breaft,
When fuch as have not known my laws are bleft.
A fire, a fire that nothing can affuage,
Is kindled in the fierceness of my rage,
To burn the depths, confume the land's increase,
And on the mountains' ftrong foundations feize.
Thick heaps of mischief on their heads I fend,
And all mine arrows, wing'd with fury, spend;

Slow-parching death, and peftilential heat,
Shall bring the bitter pangs of lingering Fate.
The teeth of beafts fhall fwift deftruction bring,
The ferpents wound them with invenom'd fting,
The fword without, and dread within, confume
The youth and virgin, in their lovely bloom,
Weak tender infancy, by fuckling fed,
And helpless age, with hoary frosted head.
I faid I'd fcatter all the finful race,

I faid I'd make its mere remembrance ceafe,
But that I fear'd the foe's unruly pride,
Their glory vaunted, and their power deny'd,
While thus they boaft, our arm has fhewn us

brave,

And God did nothing, for he could not save.
So fond their thoughts are, fo remote of fenfe,
And blind in every course of Providence,
O did they know to what my judgments tend!
O would they ponder on their latter end!
They foon would find, that when upon the field
One makes a thousand, two, ten thousand yield.
The Lord of Hofts has fold a rebel ftate,
And fure enclos'd it in the nets of Fate;
For what's another's rock compar'd with ours,
Let them be judges that have prov'd their powers,
That on their own have vainly call'd for aid,
While ours to freedom and to glory led.
Their vine, indeed, may seem to flourish fair,
But yet it grows in Sodom's tainted ai
It fucks corruption from Gomorrah's fields,
And galls for grapes in bitter clufters yields,
And poifon fheds for wine, like that which comes
From afps, and dragons death-infected gums.
And are not these their hateful fins reveal'd,
And in my treasures for my justice seal'd?
To me the province of revenge belongs,
To me the certain recompence of wrongs.
Their feet shall totter in appointed time,
And threatening danger overtake their crime;
For, wing'd with feather'd hafte, the minutes fy
To bring those things that muft afflict them nigh.
The Lord will judge his own, and bring them lɩw,
And then repent, and turn upon the foe.
And when the judgments from his own remove
Will thus the foe convincingly reprove:
Where are the gods, the rock, to whom in vain
Your offerings have been made, your victims
flain?

Let them arife, let them afford their aid,
And with protection's fhield furround your head.
Know then your Maker, I the Lord am he,
Nor ever was there any God with me;
And death, or life, or wounds, or health, I give,
Nor can another from my power reprieve.
With folemn ftate I lift my arm on high,
Above the glories of the lofty sky:
And by myself majestically fwear,

I live for ever, and for ever there.

If in my rage the glittering fword I whet,
And, fternly fitting, take the judgment-feat,
My just awarding fentence dooms my foe,
And vengeance wields the blade, and gives the
blow,

And deep in flesh the blade of fury bites,
And deadly deep my bearded arrow lights,

And both grow drunk with blood defil'd in fin,
When executions of revenge begin.

Then let his nation in a common voice,
And with his nation let the world rejoice:
For whether he for crimes or trials fpill
His fervants blood, he will avenge it ftill;
He'll break the troops, he'll scatter them afar,
Who vex our realm with defolating war,
And on the favour'd tribes and on the land,
Shed victories and peace, from Mercy's hand.

Here ceas'd the fong, and Ifrael look'd behind,
And gaz'd before, with unconfining mind,
And fix'd in filence and amazement faw
The ftrokes of all their state beneath the law.
Their recollection does its light present

To fhew the mountain blefs'd with God's defcent,

To fhew their wanderings, their unfix'd abode,
And all their guidance in the defert road,
Then where the beams of recollection go,
To leave the fancy difpoffefs'd of fhew,
The fairer light of prophecy's begun,
Which, opening future days, fupplies their fun,
By fuch a fun (and fancy needs no more)
They fee the coming times, and walk them o'er,
And now they gain that reft their travail fought,
Now milk and honey ftream along the thought,
Anon they feel their fouls the blessing cloy,
And God's forgot in full excess of joy :
And oft they fin, and oft his anger burns,
And every nation's made their fcourge by turns,
Till, oft repenting, they convert to God,
And he, repenting too, destroys the rod.

O nation timely warn'd in facred ftrain,

O never let thy Mofes fing in vain !
Dare to be good, and happiness prolong,
Or, if thy folly will fulfil the fong,
At least be found the feldomer in ill,

And still repent, and foon repent thee ftill;
When fuch fair paths thou fhalt avoid to tread,
Thy blood will reft upon thy finful head;
Thy crime, by lafting, will fecure thy foe,
The gracious warning to the Gentiles go,
And all the world, that's call'd to witness here,
Convinc'd by thine example, learn to fear.
The Gentile world, a myftic Ifrael grown,
Will in thy first condition find their own,
A God's descent, a pilgrimage below,
And promis'd reft where living waters flow.
They'll fee the pen describe in every trace
The frowns of anger, or the fmiles of grace;
Why mercy turns afide, and leaves to thine,
What cause provokes the jealousy divine;
Why justice kindles dire avenging flames,
What endless power the lifted arm proclaims;
Why mercy fhines again with cheerful ray,
And glory double-gilds the lightsome day.
Though nations change, and Ifrael's empire dies,
Yet ftill the cafe on earth again may rife;
Eternal Providence its rule retains,

And still preferves, and ftill applies the strains. 'Twas fuch a gift, the prophet's facred pen, On his departure, left the fons of men;

Thus he, and thus the fwan her breath refigns, (Within the beauty of poetic lines),

He white with innocence, his figure fhe,

And both harmonious, but the sweeter he.
Death learns to charm, and, while it leads to blife;
Has found a lovely circumstance in this,

To fuit the meekeft turn of eafy mind,
And actions cheerful in an air refign'd.

Thou flock whom Mofes to thy freedom led,
How wilt thou lay the venerable dead?
Go (if thy fathers taught a work they knew)
Go build a pyramid to glory due,
Square the broad bafe, with floping fides arise,
And let the point-diminish in the fkies.
There leave the corpse, impending o'er his head
The wand whose motion winds and waves obey'd,
On fable banners to the fight defcribe

The painted arms of every mourning tribe.
And thus may public grief adorn the tomb,
Deep-ftreaming downwards through the vaulted

room.

On the black stone a fair infcription raise,
That fums his government to speak his praise,
And may the style as brightly worth proclaim,
As if affection, with a pointed beam,
Engrav'd or fir'd the words, or honour due
Had with itself inlaid the tablet through.

But stop the pomp that is not man's to pay,
For God will grace him in a nobler way.
Mine eyes perceive an orb of heavenly state,
With fplendid forms and light ferene replete ;
I hear the found of fluttering wings in air,
I hear the tuneful tongues of angels there :
They fly, they bear, they rest on Nebo's head,
And in thick glory wrap the reverend dead;
This errand crowns his fongs, and tends to
prove

His near communion with the quire above.
Now fwiftly down the fteepy mount they go,
Now swiftly glides their fhining orb below,
And now moves off, where rifing grounds deny
To spread their valley to the diftant eye.
Ye blefs'd inhabitants of glittering air,
You've borne the prophet, but we know not where.
Perhaps, left Ifrael, over-fondly led,

In rating worth when envy leaves the dead,
Might plant a grove, invent new rites divine,
Make him their idol, and his grave the fhrine.
But what diforder? what repels the light?
And ere its feason forces on the night?
Why fweep the spectres o'er the blafted ground?
What shakes the mount with hollow-roaring
found?

Hell rolls beneath it, terror ftalks before
With fhrieks and groans, and horror bursts a door;
And Satan rises in infernal state,

Drawn up by malice, envy, rage, and hate,
A darkening vapour with fulphureous steam,
In pitchy curlings edg'd by fullen flame,
And fram'd a chariot for the dreadful form,
Drives whirling up on mad confufion's form.

Then fiercely burning where the prophet dy'd
Nor fhall thy nation 'scape my wrath, he cry'd;
This corpfe I'll enter, and thy flock mislead,
And all thy miracles my lies fhall aid.

But where?-He's gone, and, by the scented sky. The favourite courtiers have been lately nigh

t

Oh, flow to bufinefs, curs'd in mischief's hour, Trace on their odours, and if hell has powerThis faid, with spite and with a bent for ill, He shot with fury from the trembling hill.

In vain, proud fiend, thy threats are half expreft, And half lie choking in thy fcornful breast, His fhining bearers have perform'd their rite, And laid him foftly down in fhades of night, A warrior heads the band, great Michael he, Renown'd for victories in wars with thee, A fword of flame to ftop thy course he bears, Nor has thy rage avail'd, nor can thy fnares; The Lord rebuke thy pride! he meekly cries: The Lord has heard him, and thy project dies. Here Mofes leaves my fong, the tribes retire, The defert flies, and forty years expire; And now, my fancy, for a while be ftill, And think of coming down from Nebo's hill. Go fearch among thy forms, and thence prepare A cloud in folds of foft furrounding air! Go find a breeze to lift thy cloud on high, To waft thee gently-rock'd in open fky, Then stealing back to leave a filent calm, And thee repofing in a grove of palm, The place will fuit my next fucceeding strain, And I'll awake thee foon to fing again.

DEBORA H.

TIME, fire of years, unfold thy leaf anew,
And still the past recall to prefent view,
Spread forth thy circles, fwiftly gaze them o'er,
But where an action's nobly fung before,
There stop and stay for me, whofe thoughts design
To make another's fong refound in mine.
Pafs where the priest's proceffion bore the law,
When Jordan's parted waters fix'd with awe,
While Ifrael march'd upon the naked fand,
Admir'd the wonder, and obtain'd the land;
Slide through the numerous fates of Canaan's
kings,

While conquefts rode on expedition's wings,
Glance over Ifraèl at a fingle view,
In bondage oft, and oft unbound anew,
Till Jabin rise, and Deborah ftand enroll'd,
Upon the gilded leaf's revolving fold.

Oh, king subdued! Oh, woman born to fame!
Oh, wake my fancy for the glorious theme;
Oh, wake my fancy with the sense of praise,
Oh, wake with warblings of triumphant lays.
The land you rife in fultry funs invade;
But, when you rife to fing, you'll find a fhade.
Thofe trees in order, and with verdure crown'd,
The facred prophetess's tent furround,
And that fair palm a font exactly plac'd,
That overtops and overspreads the rest,
Near the firm root a moffy bank supports,
Where Justice opens unexpensive courts:
There Deborah fits, the willing tribes repair,
Refer their caufes, and fhe judges there;
Nor needs a guard to bring her fubjects in,
Each grace, each virtue, proves a guard unfeen ;
Nor wants the penalties enforcing law,
While great Opinion gives effectual awe.

Now twenty years, that roll'd in heavy pain, Saw Jabin gall them with Oppreffion's chain, When she, fubmiffive to divine command, Proclaims a war for Freedom o'er the land, And bids young Barack with those men descend,, Whom in the mountains he for battle train'd. Go, fays the prophetefs, thy foes affail, Go make ten thousand over all prevail, Make Jabin's captains feel thine edged sword, Make all his army, God has spoke the word. He, fit for war, and Ifrael's hope in fight, Yet doubts the numbers, and by that the fight, Then thus replies with wish to stand secure, Or eager thought to know the conqueft fure; Belov'd of God, lend thou thy prelencé tou, And I with gladness lead th' appointed few; But, if thou wilt not, let thy son deny, For what's ten thousand men, or what am I If fo, fhe cries, a fhare of toil be mine, Another fhare, and fome difhonour thine; For God, to punish doubt, refolves to fhew That less than numbers can fupprefs his foe; You'll move to conquer, and the foes to yield, But 'tis a woman's act fecures the field.

Now feem the warriors in their ranks affign'd, Now furling banners flutter in the wind: Her words encourage, and his actions lead, Hope fpurs them forward, Valour draws the blade, And Freedom, like a fair reward for all, Stands reaching forth her hands, and feems to call, On t' other fide, and almoft o'er the plain, Proud Sifera, Jabin's captain, brings his men, As thick as locufts on the vintage fly, As thick as fcatter'd leaves in autumn lie, Bold with fuccefs against a nation try'd, And proud of numbers, and fecure in pride.

Now founds the trumpet, now my fancy

warms,

And now methinks I view their toils in arms,
The lively phantoms tread my boundless mind,
And no faint colours or weak strokes de sign'd:
See where in diftant conqueft from afar,
The pointed arrows bring the wounds of war ;
See where the lines with clofer force engage,
And thrust the spear, and whirl the fword of rages
Here break the files, and vainly ftrive to close,
There on their own repell'd affift their foes.
Here Deborah calls, and Jabin's foldiers fly,
There Barack fights, and Jabin's foldiers die,
But now nine hundred chariots roll along,
Expert their guiders, and their horses strong ;
And Terror, rattling in their fierce array,
Bears down on Ifrael to restore the day.
Oh, Lord of battle, Oh, the danger's near!
Affift thine Ifrael, or they perish here.
How swift is Mercy's aid, behold it fly
On rushing tempefts through the troubled fky;
With dashing rain, with pelting hail they blow,
And sharply drive them on the facing foe.
Thus bless'd with help, and only touch'd behind,
The favourite nation preffes in the wind.
But heat of action now disturbs the fight,
And wild confufion mingles all the fight;
Cold-whistling winds, and fhrieks of dying men,
And groans and armour, found in all the plain,

The bands of Canaan fate no longer dare,
Opprefs'd by weather, and destroy'd by war;
And, from his chariot whence he rul'd the fight,
Their haughty leader leaps to join the flight.
See where he flics, and fee the victor near;
See rapid conqueft in pursuit of fear.

See, fee, they both make off, the work is o'er,
And fancy clear'd of vifion as before.
Thus (if the mind of man may seem to move
With fome refemblance of the skies above)
When wars are gathering in our hearts below,
We've feen their battles in ethereal fhow:
The long diftended tracts of opening sky,
The phantoms azure field of fight fupply;
The whitish clouds an argent armour yield,
A radiant blazon gilds their argent shield;
Young glittering coniets point level'd fpear,
Which for their pennons hang their flaming hair,
And o'er the helms for gallant glory dreft
Sit curls of air, and nod upon the crest.
Thus arm'd, they feem to march, and feem to fight,
And feeming wounds of death delude the fight,
The ruddy thunder-clouds look ftain'd with gore,
And for the din of war within they rear.
Then flies afide, and then afide pursues,
Till in their motion all their fhapes they loofe,
Difperfing air concludes the mimic fcene,
The sky fhuts up, and fwiftly clears again.
But does their Sifera fhare the common fate,
Or mourn his humbled pride in dark retreat?
With fuch inquiry near the palm repair,
Victorious honour knows and tells it there.
To that fair type of Ifrael's late fuccefs,
Which nobly rifes as its weights deprefs,
To that fair type returns the joyful band,
Whofe courage rofe to free their groaning land;
There stands the leader in the pomp of arms,

'There ftands the judge in beauty's awful charms;
And whilft, reclin'd upon the resting spear,
He pants with chace and breathes in calmer air,
Her thoughts are working with a backward view,
And would in song the great exploit renew.
She fees an arm'd oppreffion's hundred hands
Impofe its fetters on the promis'd lands.
She fees their nation struggling in the chains,
And wars arifing with unequal trains.
She fees their fate in arms, the field imbrued,
The foe diforder'd, and the foe pursued,
Till conqueft, dreft in rays of glory, come
With peace and freedom, brought in triumph

home.

Then round her heart a beamy gladness plays,
Which, darting forward, thus converts to praise.
For Ifrael's late avengings on the foe,
When led by no compelling power below,
When each spring forward of their own accord,
For this, for all the mercy, praise the Lord.
Hear, O ye kings; ye neighbouring princes,
hear;

My long triumphant fhall inftruct your fear :
My fong triumphant bids your glory bow,
To God confef'd, the God of Jacob now.

O glorious Lord! when, with thy fovereign hand,

Thou ledit the nation off from Edom's land,
VOL. VII.

Then trembled earth, and fhook the heavens on high,

And clouds in drops forfook the melted fky,
With tumbling waters, hills were heard to roar,
And felt fuch fhock as Sinai felt before.
But fear abating, which by time decays,
The kings of Canaan rose in Shamgar's days,
And still continued ev'n in Jael's.times,
Their empire fixing with fuccefsful crimes.
Oppreffion ravag'd all our lofl abodes,
Nor dare the people trust the common roads;
But paths perplex'd and unfrequented chose,
To fhun the danger of perplexing foes.
Thus direful was deform'd the country round,
Unpeopled towns, and difimprov'd the ground.
Till I, refolving in the gap to ftand,

I, Deborah, rofe a mother of the land,
Where others, flaves by fettled cuftom grown,
Could ferve, and choose to serve, the gods un-
known;

Where others fuffer'd with a tame regret,
Destruction spilling blood in every gate,
And forty thousand had not for the field
One fpear offensive, or defensive thield.

O towards the leaders of my nation move,
O beat my warming heart with fenfe of love,
Commend th' afferters on their own accord,
And bless the fovereigr ca fer, blefs the Lord.

Speak ye, that ride with power return'd in

ftate,

Speak ye the praife, that rule the judgment-feat, Speak ye the praise to God, that walk the roads, While fafety brings you to restor’d abodes.

The refcued villagers, no more afraid Of archers lurking in the faithless shade, And fudden death convey'd from founding firings, Shall fafe approach the water's rifing fprings; And, while their turns of drawing there they wait, Loitering in ease upon a moffy seat, Cail all the bleflings of the Lord to mind, And fing the Lord in all the bleflings kind. The townfien iefcued from the tyrant's reign Shall Block with joy to fill their walls again, See juftice in the gates the balance bear, And none but her unfheath a weapon there. Awake, O Deborah! O awake to praife! Awake, and utter forth triumphant lays. Arife, O. Barack! be thy pomp begun, Lead on thy triumph thou Abinoam's fon; Thy captives bound in chains, when God's decree Made humbled princes stoop their necks to thee, When he, the giver of fuccefs in fight, Advanc'd a woman o'er the fons of might. Against this Amaleck, of banded foes, I, Deborah, root of all the war, arofe, From Ephraim fprung, and leading Ephraim's line; The next in rifing, Benjamin, was thine. The ruling heads of half Manaffeh's land, To ferve in danger, left their fafe command. The tribe of Zebulun's unactive men For glorious arms forfook the peaceful pen. The lords of Iffachar with Deborah went, The tribe with Barack to the vale was fent, Where he on foot perform'd the general's part, And fhar'd the foldier's toil to raise their heart.

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