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Again with lays they charm the facred gates,
And graces double, while the fong repeats ;
Again within the facred guardians fing,
And ask the name of their victorious king;
And then again, the Lord's the name rebounds
From tongue to tongue, catch'd up in frequent
rounds.

New thrones and powers appear to lift the gate,
And David fill purfues their enter'd state.
Oh, prophet! father whither would't thou fly?
Oh, mystic Ifrael's chariot for the fky;
Thou, facred fpirit! what a wondrous height,
By thee fupported, foars his airy flight!
For glimple of Majefty divine is brought,
Among the fhifted profpects of the thought:
Dread, facred fight! I dare not gaze for fear,
But fit beneath the finger's feet, and hear;
And hold each found that interrupts the mind,
Thus in a calm by power of verfe confin'd.

Ye dreadful minifters of God, displeas'd,
In blasting tempefts be no longer rais'd!
Yedeep-mouth'd thunders, leave your direful groan,
Nor roll in hollow clouds around the throne.
The still small voice more juftly will exprefs
How great Jehovah did the Lord addrefs.
And you bright-feather'd choirs of endless peace,
A while from tuneful Hallelujah's cease;
A while ftand fix'd, with deep attentive care,
You'll have the time to fing for ever there.
The royal Prophet will the filence break,
And in his words Almighty goodness speak.
He fpake (and smil'd to see the business done),
'Thou art my first, my great begotten Son,
Here on the right of Majefty fit down,
Enjoy thy conqueft, and receive thy crown,
While I thy worship and renown complete,
And make thy foes the foot-ftool of thy feet;
For I'll pronounce the long-refolv'd decree,
My facred Sion be referv'd for thee.

From thence thy peaceful rod of power extend,
From thence thy Meffenger of mercy fend,
And teach thy vanquish'd enemies to bow,
And rule where hell has fix'd an empire now.
Then readyinations to their rightful king
The free-will offerings of their hearts fhall bring,
In holy beauties for acceptance drefs'd,
And ready nations be with pardon blefs'd;
Meanwhile thy dawn of truth begins the day,
Enlighten'd fubje&s fhall encreafe the fway;
With fuch a fplendid and unnumber'd train,
As dews in morning fill the graffy plain.
This by myfelf I fwore; the great intent.
Has paft my fanction, and I can't repent:
Thou art a king, and priest of peace below,
Like Salem's monarch, and for ever fo.

Afk what thou wilt, 'tis thine the Gentiles' claim;
For thy poffeffion take the world's extreme.
The kings fhall rage, the parties ftrive in vain,
By perfecuting rage, to break thy reign;
Thou art my Chrift, and they that ftill can be
Rebellious fubjects be destroy'd by thee.
Bring, like the potter, to fevere decay,
Thy worthless creatures, found in humble clay;
Then hear, ye monarchs, and ye judges hear,
Rejoice with trembling, ferve the Lord with fear;

In his commands with figns of homage move,
And kits the gracious offers of his love:
Ye furely perish if his anger flame,
And only they be blefs'd that blefs his name.
Thus does the Chrift in David's anthems fhine,
With full magnificence of art divine;
Then on his fubjects gifts of grace bestow,
And spread his image on their hearts below;
As when our earthly kings receive the globe,
The facred unction, and the purple robe,
And mount the throne with golden glory crown'd,
They fcatter medals of themselves around;
There heavenly fingers clap their vary'd wings,
And lead the choir of all created things.
Relare his glory's everlasting prime,
His fame continued with the length of time;
While, ere the fun fhall dart a gilded beam,
Or changing moons diffufe the filver'd gleam;
Where-e'er the waves of rolling ocean fent,
Enconipafs land with arms of wide extent.
Hail, full of mercy: ready nations cry!
Hail, oh, for ever, ever blefs'd on high !
Hail, oh, for ever on thy beauteous throne!
Thou Lord that workeft wondrous things alone!
Still let thy glory to the world appear,
And all the riches of thy goodness hear.

But thou, fair church, in whom he fixes love,
Thou queen accepted of the Prince above;
Behold him, fairer than the fons of men;
Embrace his offer'd heart, and fhare his reign;
In Mofes' laws they bred thy tender years;
But now to new commands incline thine ears,
Forget thy people, bear no more in mind
Thy father's household, for thy fpoufe is kind.
Within thy foul let vain affections die,
Him only worship, and with him comply.
So fhall thy fpoufe's heart with thine agree,
So fhall his fervour ftill encreafe for thee.
Come, while he calls, fupremely-favour'd queen,
In heavenly glories drefs thy foul within;
With pious actions to the throne be brought,
In clofe connection of the virtues wrought;
Let thefe around thee for a garment fhine,
And be the work to make them pleafing thine:
Come, lovely queen, advance with ftately port:
Thy good companions fhall complete thy court,
With joyful fouls their joyful entrance fing,
And fill the palace of your gracious king;
What though thy Mofes and the prophets cease,
What though the priesthood leaves the fettled

race,

The father's place their offspring well fupplies,
When at thy fpoufe's miniftry they rife;
When thy blefs'd household on his orders go,
And rule for him where-e'er he reigns below.
Come, queen exalted, come; my lafting fong
To future ages fhall thy fame prolong,
The joyful nations fhall thy praise proclaim,
And, for their fafety, crowd beneath thy name.
Oh, bounteous Saviour! ftill thy mercy kind,
Still what thy David fung thy fervants find;
Still what thy David fung thy fervants fee,
From thee fent down, and fent again to thee.
They fee the words of thanks, and love divine
In frains mysterious intermingled fhine,

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As sweet and rich unite in coftly waves,
When purling gold the purpled web receives;
And still the church he fhadow'd hears the lays,
In daily fervice, as an aid to praise.

At thefe her temper good devotion warms,
And mounts aloft with more engaging charms:
Then, as she strives to reach the lofty fky,
Bids gratitude affift her will to fly;
In these our gratitude becomes on fire,
Then feels its flames improv'd by ftrong defire;
Then feels defire in cager wifhes move,
And wish determine in the point of love.

Such hymns to regulate, and fuch to raise,
Approach, ye founding inftruments of praise :
'Tis fit you tune for him whofe holy love,
In wish aspiring to the choir above,

And fond to practise ere his time to go,
Devoutly call'd you to the choir below;

At length on wings half-clos'd flide gently down,
And one attempt fhall all my labours crown,
In others' verfe the reft be better fhewn,
But this is more, or fhould be more, thine own.
If then the spirit that fupports my lines.
Have prov'd unequal to my large designs,
Let others rife from earthly paffion's dream,
By me provok'd to vindicate the theme.
Let others round the world in rapture rove,
Or with strong feathers fan the breeze above,
Or walk the dufky fhades of death, and dive
Down hell's abyfs, and mount again alive.
But, Oh, my God! may these unartful rhymes
In fober words of woe bemoan my crimes.
'Tis fit the forrows I for ever vent
For what I never can enough repent;
'Tis fit, and David fhews the moving way,
And with his prayer inftructs my foul to pray.

There, where he plac'd you, with your folemn Then, fince thy guilt is more than match'd by me,

found,

For God's high glory, fill the facred ground,
And there, and every-where, his wondrous name
Within his firmament of power proclaim.
Soft pleasing lutes with easy sweetness move,
To touch the fentiments of heavenly love;
Aflift the lyre and voice, to tell the charms
That gently ftole him from the father's arms;
Gay trembling timbrels, us'd with airs of mirth,
Affift the loud Hofannah rais'd on earth;
When on an afs he meekly rides along,
And multitudes are heard within the fong.
Full-tenor'd pfaltery join the doleful part,
In which his agony poffeft his heart;
And feem to feel thyfelf, and feem to fhow,
A rifing heavinefs and figns of woe.
Sonorous organ, at his paffion moan,
And utter forth thy fympathizing groan,
In big flow murmurs anxious forrow speak,
While melancholy winds thine entrails fhake.
As when he suffer'd, with complaining found,
The ftorms in vaulted caverns fhook the ground;
Swift cheerful cymbals give an airy ftrain,
When, having bravely broke the doubled chain
Of death and hell, he left the conquer'd grave,
And rofe to visit thofe he dy'd to fave,
And as he mounts in fong, and angels fing,
With grand proceffion, their returning king,
Triumphant trumpets raife their notes on high,
And make them feem to mount, and seem to fly,
Then all at once confpire to praise the Lord,
In mufic's full confent, and just accord :
Ye fons of art, in fuch melodious way,
Conclude the fervice which you join to pay,
While nations fing Amen, and yet again
Hold forth the note, and fing aloud Amen.

Here has my fancy gone where David leads,
Now foftly pacing o'er the graffy meads;
Now nobly mounting where the monarchs rear
The gilded fpires of palaces in air;
Now fhooting thence, upon the level flight,
To dreadful dangers and the toils of fight,
Anon with utmost stretch ascending far,
Beyond the region of the fartheft ftar;
As fharpeft fighted eagles towering fly,
To weather their broad fails in open sky,

And fince my troubles should with thine agree,
O Mufe, to glories in affliction born!
May thy humility my foul adorn.

For humbleft prayers are most affecting ftrains,
As mines lye rich in lowly planted veins;
Such aid I want, to render mercy kind,
And fuch an aid as here I want, I find :
Thy weeping accents in my numbers run,
Ah, thought! ah, voice of inward dole begun!
My God, whofe anger is appeas'd by tears,
Bow gently down thy mercy's gracious ears;
With many tongues my fins for justice call,
But mercy's ears are manifold for all.
Thofe sweet celeftial windows open wide,
And in full streams let foft compaffion glide;
There wash my foul, and cleanse it yet again,
O throughly cleanfe it from the guilty ftain;
For I my life with inward anguish fee,
And all its wretchednefs confefs to thee.
The large indictment stands before my view,
Drawn forth by conscience, moft amazing true;
And fill'd with fecrets hid from human eye,
When, foolish man, thy God stood witness by.
Then, oh, thou majefty divinely great,
Accept the fad confeffions I repeat,
Which clear thy justice to the world below,
Should dismal fentence doom my foul to woe.
When in the filent womb my shape was made,
And from the womb to lightsome life convey'd,
Curs'd fin began to take unhappy root,
And through my veins its early fibres fhoot;
And then, what goodness didst thou fhew, to
kill

The rising weeds, and principles of ill;
When to my breaft, in fair celestial flame,
Eternal truth and lovely wifdom came,
Bright gift, by fimple nature never got,
But here reveal'd to change the ancient blot.
This wondrous help which mercy pleas'd to grant,
Continue fill, for ftill thine aid I want;
And, as the men whom leprofies invade,
Or they that touch the carcafe of the dead,
With hyfop fprinkled, and by water clean'd,
Their former pureness in the law regain'd;
So purge my foul, difeas'd, alas! within,
And much polluted with dead works of fin.

For fuch blefs'd favours at thine Hand I fue,
Be grace thine hyfop, and thy water too.
Then fhall my whitenefs for perfection vie
With blanching fnows that newly leave the fky.
Thus, through my mind, thy voice of gladnefs
fend,

Thus fpeak the joyful word, I will be clean'd; That all my ftrength, confum'd with mournful pain,

May, by thy faving health, rejoice again :
And now no more my foul offences fee,

O turn from thefe, but turn thee not from me;
Or, left they make me too deform'd a fight,
Oh, blot them with oblivion's endless night.
Then further pureness to thy fervant grant,
Another heart, or change in this, I want.
Create another, or the change create,
For now my vile corruption is fo great,
feems a new creation to restore
Its fall'n eftate to what it was before.
Renew my spirit, raging in my breast,
And all its paffions in their course arrest;
Or turn their motions, widely gone aftray,
And fix their footsteps in thy righteous way;
When this is granted, when again I'm whole,
Oh ne'er withdraw thy prefence from my foul;
There let it fhine, fo let me be restor'd
To prefent joy, which conscious hopes afford.
There let it fweetly fhine, and o'er my breaft
Diffufe the dawning of eternal reft;
Then shall the wicked this compaflion fee,
And learn thy worship, and thy works, from me.
For I, to fuch occafions of thy praife,
Will tune my lyre, and confecrate my lays.
Unfeal my lips, where guilt and fhame have hung,
To ftop the paffage of my grateful tongue,
And let my prayer and fong afcend, my prayer
Here join'd with faints, my fong with angels there;
Yet neither prayer I'd give, nor fongs alone,
If either offerings were as much thy own :
But thine's the contrite fpirit, thine's an heart
Opprefs'd with forrow, broke with inward fmart;
That at thy footstool in confeffion fhews,
How well its faults, how well the judge it knows;
That fin with fober refolution flies,
This gift thy mercy never will defpife.
Then in my foul a myftic altar rear,
And fuch a facrifice I'll offer there.
There fhall it ftand, in vows of virtue bound,
There falling tears fhall wath it all around;
And fharp remorfe, yet fharper edg'd by woe,
Deferv'd and fear'd, inflict the bleeding blow;
There shall my thoughts to holy breathings fly,
Inftead of incenfe, to perfume the fky,
And thence my willing heart afpires above,
A victim panting in the flames of love.

SOLOMON.

As through the Pfalmis, from theme to theme
I chang❜d,

Methinks like Eve in Paradife I rang'd;
And every grace of fong I feem'd to fee,
As the gay pride of every feafon fhe;

She, gently treading all the walks around,
Admir'd the springing beauties of the ground,
The lily, glistering with the morning dew,
The rofe in red, the violet in blue,
The pink in pale, the bells in purple rows,
And tulips colour'd in a thousand fhows:
Then here and there perhaps fhe pull'd a flower,
To ftrew with mofs, and paint her leafy bower;
And here and there, like her, I went along,
Chofe a bright strain, and bid it deck my fong.

But now the facred finger leaves mine eye,
Crown'd as he was, I think he mounts on high;
Ere this devotion bore his heavenly Pfalms,
And now himself bears up his harp and palms.
Go, faint triumphant, leave the changing fight,
So fitted out, you fuit the realms of light;
But let thy glorious robe at parting go,
Those realms have robes of more effulgent fhow;
It flies, it falls, the fluttering filk I see;
Thy fon has caught it, and he fings like thee,
With fuch election of a theme divine,
And fuch sweet grace, as conquers all but thine.
Hence every writer o'er the fabled streams,
Where frolic fancies sport with idle dreams
Or round the fight enchanted clouds difpose,
Whence wanton Cupids fhoot with gilded bows,
A nobler writer, ftrains more brightly wrought,
Themes more exalted, fill my wondering thought:
The parted fkies are track'd with flames above,
As love defcends to meet afcending love;
The feafons flourish where the spouses meet,
And earth in gardens fpreads beneath their feet
This fresh-bloom profpect in the bofom throngs,
When Solomon begins his fong of songs,
Bids the wrapt foul to Lebanon repair,

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And lays the fcene of all his actions there;
Where as he wrote, and from the bower furvey'd
The fcenting groves, or anfwering knots he made,
His facred art the fights of nature brings,
Beyond their use, to figure heavenly things.

Great Son of God! whofe gospel pleas'd to throw
Round thy rich glory veils of earthly fhow;
Who made the vineyard oft thy church defign,
Who made the marriage-feaft a type of thine;
Affift my verses, which attempt to trace
The fhadow'd beauties of celestial grace,
And with illapses of feraphic fire

The work which pleas'd thee once, once more infpirė.

Look, or illufion's airy vifions draw, Or now I walk the gardens which I saw, Where filver waters feed a flowering Spring, And winds falute it with a balmy wing. There, on a bank, whofe fhades directly rife, To fcreen the fun, and not exclude the fkies, There fits the facred church; methinks I view The spouse's afpect, and her enfigns too. Her face has features where the virtues reign, Her hands the book of facred love contain, A light (truth's emblem) on her bofom fhines, And at her fide the meekeft lamb reclines: And oft on heavenly lectures in the book, And oft on heaven itself fhe cafts a look, Sweet, humble, fervent zeal, that works within, At length burfts forth, and raptures thus begin :

Let him, that him my foul adores above, In clofe communions breathe his holy love; For these blefs'd words his pleasing lips impart, Beyond all cordials, cheer the fainting heart. As rich and sweet the precious ointments ftream, So rich thy graces flow, fo fweet thy name Diffufes facred joy; 'tis hence we find Affection rais'd in every virgin mind; For this we come, the daughters here, and I, Still draw we forward, and behold I fly; I fly through mercy, when my king invites, To tread his chambers of fincere delights; There, join'd by myftic union, I rejoice, Exalt my temper, and enlarge my voice, And celebrate thy joys, fupremely more Than earthly blifs; thus upright hearts adore. Nor you, ye maids, who breathe of Salem's air, Nor you refufe that I conduct you there; Though clouding darknefs hath eclips'd my face, Dark as I am, I fhine with beams of grace, As the black tents, where Ifhmael's line abides, With glittering trophies drefs their inward fides; Or as thy curtains, Solomon, are seen, Whose plaits conceal a golden throne within. 'Twere wrong to judge me by the carnal fight, And yet my vifage was by nature white; But fiery funs, which perfecute the meek, Found me abroad, and fcorch'd my rofy cheek. The world, my brethren, they were angry grown, They made me dress a vineyard not my own, Among their rites (their vines) I learn'd to dwell, And in the mean employ my beauty fell; By frailty loft, I gave my labour o'er,

And my own vineyard grew deform'd the more.
Behold I turn; C fay, my foul's defire,

Where doft thou feed thy flock, and where retire
To reft that flock, when noon-tide heats arife?
Shepherd of Ifrael, teach my dubious eyes
To guide me right; for why should thine abide
Where wandering fhepherds turn their flocks a-
fide?

So fpake the church, and figh'd: a purple light
Sprung forth, the Godhead stood reveal'd to fight.
And heaven and nature smil'd; as white as fnow
His feamless vefture loosely fell below:
Sedate and pleas'd, he nodded; round his head
The pointed glory fhook, and thus he said:
If thou, the lovelieft of the beauteous kind,
If thou canst want thy fhepherd's walk to find,
Go by the foot-fteps where my flocks have trod,
My faints, obedient to the laws of God;

Go, where their tents my teaching fervants rear,
And feed the kids, thy young believers there.
Should thus my flocks increafe, my fair delight,
I view their numbers, and compare the fight
To Pharaoh's horfes when they take the field,
Beat plains to dust, and make the nations yield.
With rows of gems thy comely cheeks 1 deck,
And chains of pendant gold o'erflow thy neck,
For fo like gems the riches of my grace,
And fo defcending glory, cheers thy face:
Gay bridal robes a flowering filver ftrows,
Bright gold engrailing on the border glows.
He fpake; the fpoufe admiring heard the found,
Then, meekly bending on the facred ground,

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She cries, Oh present to my ravifi'd breast,
This sweet communion is an inward feast,
There fits the king, while all around our heads
His grace, my spikenard, pleafing odours fheds
About my foul, his holy comfort flies;
So clofely treasur'd in the bofom lies
The bundled myrrh, so sweet the fcented gale
Breathes all En-gedi's aromatic vale.
Now, fays the king, my love, I see thee fair,
Thine eyes, for mildness, with the dove's compare,
No, thou, belov'd, art fair, the church replies,
(Since all my beauties but from thee arife;)
All fair, all pleasant, these communions how
Thy counfels pleasant, and thy comforts fo.
And as at marriage feafts they ftrow the flowers,
With nuptial chaplets hang the fummer bowers,
And make the rooms of fmelling cedars fine,
Where the fond bridegroom and the bride recline;
I dress my foul with fuch exceeding care,
With fuch, with more, to court thy prefence there.
Well haft thou prais'd, he fays; the Sharon rofe
Through flowery fields a pleafing odour throws,
The valley lilies ravish'd fenfe regale,

And with pure whitenefs paint their humble vale :
Such names of sweetnefs are thy lover's due,
And thou, my love, be thou a lily too,
A lily fet in thorns; for all I fee,
All other daughters, are as thorns to thee.

Then the; the trees that pleafing apples yield,
Surpass the barren trees that clothe the field;
So you furpass the fous with worth divine,
So fhade, and fruit as well as shade, is thine.
I fat me down, and faw thy branches fpread,
And green protection flourish o'er my head;
I faw thy fruit, the foul's celeftial food,
I pull'd, I tafted, and I found it good.
Hence in the spirit to the blissful feats,
Where love, to feaft, myfteriously retreats,
He led me forth; I faw the banner rear,
And love was pencil'd for the motto there.
Prophets and teachers in your care combine,
Stay me with apples, comfort me with wine,
The cordial promises of joys above,

For hope deferr'd has made me fick with love.
Ah while my tongue reveals my fond defire,
His hands fupport me, left my life expire;
As round a child the parent's arms are plac'd,
This holds the head, and that enfolds the waist.
Here ceas'd the church, and lean'd her languid

head,

Bent down with joy; when thus the lover faid :
Behold, ye daughters of the realm of peace,
She fleeps, at least her thoughts of forrow cease.
Now, by the bounding roes, the fkipping fawns,
Near the cool brooks, or o'er the grafly lawns,
By all the tender innocents that rove,
Your Fourly charges, in
my facred grove,
Guard the dear charge from each approach of ill,
I would not have her wake but when the will.
So reft the church and fpoufe: my verfes fo
Appear to languish with the flames you fhew,
And pausing reft; but not the pause be long,
For fill thy Solomon purfues the fong.

| Then keep the place iu view; let sweets more rare Than earth produces fill the purpled air;

Let fomething folemn overspread the green,
Which feems to tell us, Here the Lord has been!
But let the virgin still in prospect shine,
And other ftrains of her's enliven mine.
She wakes, fhe rifes: bid the whispering breeze
More foftly whisper in the waving trees,
Or fall with filent awe; bid all around,
Before the church's voice, abate their found;
While thus her fhadowy ftrains attempt to shew
A future advent of the spouse below;

Hark! my beloved's voice! behold him too!
Behold him coming in the distant view:
No clambering mountains make my lover ftay,
(For what are mountains in a lover's way?)
Leaping he comes, how like the nimble roe
He runs the paths his prophets us'd to fhow!
And now he looks from yon partition-wall,
Built till he comes-'tis only then to fall,
And now he's nearer in the promise seen,
Too faint the fight-'tis with a glafs between:
From hence I hear him as a lover fpeak,
Who near a window calls a fair to wake.

Attend, ye virgins, while the words that trace
An opening spring defign the day of grace.
Hark! or I dream, or else I hear him say,
Arife, my love; my fair-one, come away;
For now the tempefts of thy winter end,
Thick rains no more in heavy drops defcend;
Sweet painted flowers their filken leaves unclose,
And drefs the face of earth with varied shows;
In the green wood the finging birds renew
Their chirping notes, the filver turtle coo:
The trees that yield the fig already foot,
And knit their bloffoms for their early fruit;
With fragrant fcents the vines refresh the day,
Arife, my love; my fair one, come away.
O come, my dove, forfake thy close retreat,
For close in safety haft thou fix'd thy feat,
As fearful pigeons in dark clefts abide,
And fafe the clefts their tender charges hide.
Now let thy looks with modeft guife appear,
Now let thy voice falute my longing ear,
For in thy looks a humble mind I see,
Prayer forms thy voice, and both are sweet to me.
To fave the bloomings of my vineyard, haste,
Which foxes (falfe deluding teachers) waste;
Watch well their haunts, and catch the foxes
there,

Our grapes are tender, and demand thy care.
Thus fpeaks my love: furprising love divine!
I thus am his, he thus for ever mine.
And, till he comes, I find thy prefence ftill,
Where fouls attentive ferve his holy will;
Where down in vales unfpotted lilies grow,
White types
of innocence, in humble fhow.
Oh, till the spicy breath of heavenly day,
Till all thy fhadows fleet before the ray ;
Turn, my beloved, with thy comforts here,
Turn in thy promife, in thy grace appear,
Nor let fuch fwiftnefs in the roes be shown
To fave themselves, as thou to cheer thine own;
Turn like the nimble barts that lightly bound,
Before the fretches of the fleeteft hound;
Skim the plain chace of lofty Bether's head,
And make the mountain wonder if they tread.

But long expectance of a blifs delay'd Breeds anxious doubt, and tempts the facred maid Then mists arifing ftrait repel the light, The colour'd garden lies disguis'd in night; A pale-horn'd crefcent leads a glimmering throng, And groans of abfence jar within the fong.

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By night, fhe cries, a night which blots the
mind,

I feel the lover, whom I fail to find:
When on my couch compos'd to thought I lie,
I fearch, and vainly fearch, with reafon's eye;
Rife, fondly rife, thy prefent fearch give o'er,
And ask if others knew thy lover more.
Dark as it is, I rife; the moon that fhines
Shows by the gleam the city's outward lines:
I range the wandering road, the winding street,
And ask, but ask in vain, of all I meet,
Till, toil'd with every difappointing place,
My fteps the guardians of the temple trace,
Whom thus my wifh accofts: Ye facred guides,
Ye prophets, tell me where my love refides?
'Twas well I question'd; fcarce I pafs'd them by,
Ere my rais'd foul perceives my lover nigh;
And have I found thee, found my joy divine?
How faft I'll hold thee, till I make thee mine!
My mother waits thee, thither thou repair,
Long-waiting Irael wants thy préfénce there.
The lover fmiles to fée the virgin's pain ;
The mifts roll off, and quit the flowery plain.

Yes, there I come, he fays, thy forrow ceafe;
And guard her, daughters of the realms of peace,
By all the bounding roes and fkipping fawns,
Near the cool brooks, or o'er the graffy lawns ;'
By all the tender innocents that rove,
Your hourly charges, in my facred grove:
Guard the dear charge from each approach of ill,
I'll have her feel my comforts while the will.

Here, hand in hand, with cheerful heart they go, When wandering Salem fees the folemn fhow, Dreams the rich pomp of Solomon again, And thus her daughters fing th' approaching scene

Who from the defert, where the waving clouds High Sinai pierces, comes involv'd with crowds? For Sion's hill her fober pace the bends, As grateful incenfe from the dome afcends. It seems the fweets, from all Arabia fhed, Curl at her fide, and hover o'er her head. For her the king prepares a bed of state, Round the rich bed her guards in order wait, All myftic Ifracl's fons, 'tis there they quell The foes within, the foes without repel. The guard his miniftry, their fwords of fight, His facred laws, her prefent state of night. He forms a chariot too, to bring her there, Not the carv'd frame of Solomon fo fair; Sweet fmells the chariot as the temple food, The fragrant cedar lent them both the wood; High wreaths of filver'd columns prop the door, Fine gold engrail'd adorns the figur'd floor, Deep fringing purple hangs the roof above, And filk embroidery paints the midst with love.

Go forth, ye daughters; Sion's daughters, go; A greater Solomon exalts the fhow,

If crown'd with gold, and by the queen bestow'd, To grace his nuptials, Jacob's monarch rode;

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