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PO E M S.
49 4 crown of glory from the King Divine,
Arise, fair sun; and bid the church adore ; To grace these nupcials, makes the Saviour shine; 'Tis then he'll court her, whom he prais'd before. While the bless'd pair express'd in emblem ridc, As thus I sing, it shines; there seems a sound Messiah Solonion, his church the bride.
Of plumes in air, and feet upon the ground: Ye kind attendants, who, with wondering eyes, I fec their meeting, see the flowery scene, Saw the grand entry, what you said suffice; And hear the myltic love pursued again. You sung the lover with a loud acclaim,
Now to the mount, whose spice perfunies the day. The lover's fondness longs to sing the dame. 'Tis I invite thee; conie, my spouse, away; He speaks, admiring nature stands around,
Come, leave thy Lebanon : is aught we fee And learns new music, while it hears the found. In all thy Lebanon, compar'd to me?
Behold, my love, how fair thy beanties show, Nor tow'rd : hy Canaan turn with wishful fight, Behold how mure, how most extreniely so?
From Hermon's, Sheniar's, and Amaua's height; How still to me thy constant eyes incline,
There dwells the leopard, there assaults the bear; I see the turtle's when I gaze on thine;
This world has ills, and such may find thee there. Sweet through the lids thcy shine with mudelt care, My spouse, my sister, O thy wondrous art, And sweet and modelt is a virgin's air.
Which through my bosom drew my ravish'd heart! How brighi thy locks! how well their number Won by one tye, my ravish'd heart is gone, paints
For all thy seeing guides consent as one. The great assemblies of my lovely saints !
Drawn by one chain, which suund thy body plies, So bright the kids, fo nuinerously fed,
For all thy members one bless d union ties. Graze the green top of lofty Gilead's head; My spouse, ny filter, the charm to please, All Gilead's head a fleecy whiteness clouds,
When love repaid returns niy bosom ease : And the rich master glories in the crowds. Strongly thy love, and strongly wines restore,
How pure thy teeth. for cqual order made, Buc wines must yield, thy love enflames me Each answering each, whilst all the public aid ; These lovely graces in my church I find,
Sweetly thine oirtnienis (all thy virtues) smell, This candor; order, and accorded mind:
Not altar-spices please thy king to well. Thus when che season bids che shepherd lave How soft thy do&trine on thy lips resides! His sheep, now shorn, within the crystal wave;
From those iwo combs the drooping honey glides ; Walhi'd they return, in such unsully'd white, All pure without, as all withio sincere, Thus march by pairs, and in the flock unite. Beneath thy tougue-I find it honey there. How please thy lips adorn'd with native red! Ah, while thy graces thus around thee shine, Art vainly mocks them in the scarlet thread! The charms of Lebanon must yield to chine: But, if they part, what music wafts the air! His spring, his garden, every scented tree, So sweet thy praises, and so soft thy prayer. My fjoule, ny filter, all I find in thee. !f through thy loofen'd curls, with honelt shame, Thee, for myself, I fence, I fut, I real; Thy lovely temples fine complexion ilame,
Myfierious (pring, mysterious garden, hail! Wharever crimfon granate blossoms show,
A spring, a font, where heavenly waters flow. 'Twas never theirs so much to please and glow. A grove, a garden, where the graces grow. But what's thy neck, the polith'd form I fee, There rise my fruits, my cypress, and my fir, Whose ivory strength supports chine cyes to nie! My saffron, spikenard, cinnamon, and myrrh; Fair type of firmness, when my faints aspire Perpetual fountains for their use abound, The sacred confidence that lifts desire,
And streams of favour feed the living ground. As David's turret, on the stately frame,
Scarce fpake the Christ, when thus the Church Upheld irs thousand conquering fields of fame.
replies And what thy brcalts! they still denrand my lays, (and spread her arms where'er the spirit lies) ; What image wakes to charm me whilft I gaze: Ye cooling northern gales, who frethly shake Two lovely mountains each exactly round,
My balmy reeds; ye northern gales, awake. Two lovely mountains with the lily crown'd; And thou the regent of the southern íky, While two twin rocs, and each on cither bred, O fost inspiring, o'er my garden fy; Feed in the lilies of the mountain's head.
Unlock and walt my tweets, that every grace, Let this resemblance spotless virtues show, In all its heavenly life, regale the place. And in such lilies feed my young below.
If thus a paradise chy garden prove, But now, farewell, till night's dark shades decay, 'Twere bell prepar'd to entertain niy love; Farewell, my virgin, till the break of day; And, that the pleasing fruits may please the more, Swift for the hills of spice and gums I fly,
O think ny proffer was thy gift before. To breathe such sweets as scent a purer sky;
At this, the Saviour cries, behold me near, Yet, as I leave thee, still, above compare,
My spouse, my sister; O behold me here; My love, my spotless, fill I find the fair.
To gather fruits, I come at thy request, Here reft, celestial maid; for if he go,
And, pleas'd, my soul accepts the folemn feaft; Nor will he part, nor is the promise flow,
I gather in yrih, with spice to (cenc the creat, Nor flow my fancy muve; dispel the shade, My virgin-honey with the combs I eat; Charm forth the morning, and relieve the maid. I drink my tweetening milk, my lively wine Arise, fair sun, the church attends to see
(These words of plealure mean thy gists diThe fun of righteousneli arise in thee;
vine): VOL. VII.
To fare my bliss, my good, elect I call,
His ivory shape adorno a costly vesi, The church (my garden) muft include them all; Work paints the skirts, and gems enrich the breast; Now fit and banquet; now, belov'd, you see His limībs, bencath, his shining sandals case What gifts
, I love, and prove thefe fruits with Like marble columns on a goldeni base. me;
Nor boasts that mountain, where the cedar tree O might this sweet communion ever last !
Perfunies our scalm, fuch numerous sweets as he. But with the fun the sweet communion paft. 0, lovely all : what could my king require The Saviour parts, and on oblivion's bțeast To make his presence niore the world's desire ? Benumb'a and-flumbering lies the church to rest, And now ye maids, if such a friend you know, Puss the Iweet alleys while the dusk abides, 'Tis such my longings look to find below. Serk che fair lodge in which the maid resides; While thus her friend the Spouse's antheni sing, Trieri, Fancy, seek the maid at night again, Deckd with the thunimini, crown'd a sacredThe Chrift will coine, but comes, alas, in vain.
king: 1 Ilcep, the lays, and yet my heart awakeşi The daughțers' liearts the fine description drew (There's fhill some feeling while che lover speaks); And that which rais'd their wonder, ask'd their With what fond fervour from without he cries,
view Arise, ny love; my undefilid, arise !
Then where, they cry, thou faireft o'er the fair, My dove, my sister, cold the dews alight; Where goes thy lover? Tell the virgips where. And fill ny tresses with the drops of night; What flowering walks invite the steps aside? Alas, I'm all unrob'd, I wash'd my feet,
We'll help to seek bím, let those walks be try'd. 1 tafled Duniber, and I find in sweet
The spouse resolving here the grand descent, As thus
my words refuse, he lips his hands 'Twas that he promis'd, there, sbe cries, he went ; Where the clos!d latch my cruci door commands; He keeps a garden where the spices breathe, What; though deny d, fo persevering kind! Its bowering borders kiss the vale beneath; Who long denies a persevering mind?"
'Tis there he gathers lilies, there he dwells, From my wak'd foul my flothful remper flies, And binds his floweréts to unite the smells. My bowels yearn; I rise, my love, I rise;
O, 'tis my height of love that I am his!
At dawning day the bridegroom leaves a bower, O, to my soul repeat thy words of grace!
And here he waters, there he props a flower, Speak in the dark, my love; I seek thee round, When the kind damfel, spring of heavenly dame, And vainly seek thee, till thou wilt be found. With Salem's daughters to the garden cane. What, no return! I own my folly pait,
Then.thus his love the bridegroom's words rem; I lay too listless, speak, my love, at last.
peat The guards have found meare ye guards indeed, (The smelling berders lent theni both a scat): Who smite the fad, who make the fecble bleed? O, great as Tirzah !.4twas a regal place, Dividing teachers, these; who wrong niy name, 0, fair as Salcn! 'tis the realny of peace; Rend ny long veil, and cast me bare to frame. Whore aspect, awful to the wondering eye, Put you, ye daughters of the realm of rest, Appears like arniies when the banners fly; If ever pity mov'd a virgin-breast,
turn, my sister, O my beauteous bride, Tell niy belov'd how languishing 1 lie,
Thy face oʻercomes me, turn that face afide; How love has brought me near the point to die. How bright' thy locks, how well their number And what belov'd is this you would have found?
paints Say 'Saleni's daughters, as they Aock'd around; The
affemblies of my lovely faints ! What wondrous thing? what charm beyond So bright ihe kids, fo numerously fed, crimipare ?
Graze the green wealth of lofty Gilead's head. Say, what's thy lover, fairelt o'er the fair? Ilow- pure thy teeth for: equal order made, His face is white and ruddy, the replies,
Each answering cach, while all the public aid; So mercy, join'd to justice, tempers dies;
As when the season bids the shepherd lave His lofty ftature, where a myriad fline,
His sheep, new shorn, within the filver wave: O’ertaps, and speaks a najcfty divine.
Wath'd, they recurn in fuch unsully'd white,
How sweet thy temples! nut pomegranatcs know,
In other paths, sy life of pleasure shown, Within his brcath what pleasing sweetness grows! Admirs my love, and undefil'd alone. "Tis-Spice exhal'a, and mingied in the roses Ihy niother, Ifrael; the dame who bere Within his words what grace with goodness meets ! Her choice; ry: dore, my spotless,' owns So beds of lilics.drop:with balmy sweets.
more; What rings of eattern price his fingens huld! The Gercile queens. at chy appearance, cry's Guld décise the fingers, beryl decks the gold ! Hail, quced of nations : häll, thc niaids reply
PO E M S.
51 And thus they fing thy praise : what heavenly | Thy breasts the cluster (if those breasts we view, dame
As late for beauty, now for profit too)
In the kind posture of a waiting friend;
Hold the broad branches, and depend on thee.
Thy pleasing breath excels the citron shades: But was I absent when you fancy'd n?
Thy mouth exceeds rich wine, the words that go Down to my garden, all my planted vale,
From those sweet lips with more refreshment
Deserving praises, think the lover kind;
I'm his desire, and he would have it fo.
As, rapt with comfort, thus the maid withdrew, Then, rais'd by grace, and strongly warmd by
love, And O! return, they cry, for thee we burn, No fecond languor lets her lord remove; O maid of Salenı; Salem's self return.
She fics to meet him, zeal supplies the wings,
And thus her hate to work his will the sings :
We'll rise betimes to see the vineyard spread;
Sec vines luxuriant verdur'd leaves display, O, prince's daughter: how with shining show, Supporting tendrils curling all the way. Thy golden shoes prepare thy feet below!
See young uapurpled grapes in clusters grow, How firm thy joints! what reniple-work can be, And smell pomegranate-blolloms as they blow: With all its genis and art, preferr'd to thee?
There will I give my loves, employ niy care, In thee, to feed thy lover's faithful race,
And, as my labours thrive, approve me there : Still flow the riches of abounding grace ;
Scarce have we país'd my gate, the scent we mect, Pure, large, refreshing, as the waters fall
My covering jasmines now diffuse their sweet; From the cary'd navels of the cittern-wall.
My spicy lowerets, mingled as they fly,
With doubling odours crowd a bal:ny sky.
These nearer fruits are old, and chose are new;
And there, and all of every loaded tree, Like tender roes, thy breasts appear above, My love, I gather, and reserve for thee. Two types of innocence, and twins of love. If then thy fpcule's labour pleate thee well, Like ivory turrets seems thy neck to rear,
Oh: like my biethren, with thy lifter dwell; O, facred emblem, upright, firm, and fair!
No blameless majd, whose fond careffes mect As Heshbon.pools, which, with a silver state,
An insant-brother in the public street, Diffuse their warers at their city gute,
Clings to its lips with less reserve than I For ever so thy virgin-eyes remain,
Would hang on thine, where'er I found thee nigh: So clear within, a::d fo without serene.
No shame would make me from thy side remove,
Strait to my mother's house, thine Ifrael she
Cis there I'd lead chce, where I mean to stay,
Till thou, by her, inftrud my fvul to pray; Red fillets, crofo’rl with purple, braid thy hairs;
There fhale thou prove ny virtues, drink my Yet, not more strictly those thy locks restrain,
wine, Than then thy king, with itrong affection's chain; And feel my joy, to find me wholly chine. When from this palace he enjoys tliy fight,
Oh! while my soul were sick, through fond defire, O love, O beauty, forn'd for all delight!
Thine hands thould hold me lelt my life expire; Strait is thy goodly stature, firm, and high,
As round a child the parents' arinis are plac'd, siis palm: alpiring in the brighter sky;
This holds the head, and that enfolds the wailt.
So cast thy cares on me, the lover cry'd, Large towery buildings, where securely refts Lean to my bosom, lean, my lovely bride;
A thousand thousand of my lover's guests; And now, ye daughters of the realm of bliss, The vast increase affords his heart delight, Let nothing discompose a love like this;
And I find favour in his heavenly fight.
Here pause the lines, but soon the lines renew, A spacious vineyard in Baal-Hamon vale,
A thousand purses for the gains he made.
And thall increase the more, the more she will, High Sinai pierces, comes involv'd with crowds? My love, my vineyard, oh the future shoots 'Tis she, the spouse! Oh! favour'd o'er the rest' Which fill my garden-r' ws with sacred fruits ! Who walks reclin'd by such a lover's breast. I saw the listening maids attend thy voice,
The spouse, rejoicing, heard the kind falute, And in their liileping saw their eyes rejoice; And thus address'd him-all the rest were mute. A due success thy words of comfort mer, Beneath the law, our goodly parent tree,
Now turn to memtis I would hear thee yet. I went, my niuch-belov'd, in search of thee; Say, dove, and spotless, for I must away, For thee, like one in pangs of travail, Itrove; Say, spouse, and Gifter, all you wish to say. Hence, none may wonder if I gain thy love. He spake; ebe place was bright with lambent fire, As seals their pictures to the wax inipart,
(But what is brightness, if the Christ retire ? So let my picture stamp thy gentle heart;
Gold-bordering purple mark'd his road in air, As fix'd the signets on our hands remain,
And kneeling all, the spouse address’d the prayer: So fix me thinc, and ne'er to part again :
Desire of nations! if thou must be gone, For love is strong as death; whene'er they strike ; Accept our wishes, all compris'd in one; Alike imperijus, vainly check'd alike;
We wait thine advent! Oh, we long to see Both dread ; lose, Love, mix'd with jealous dread! I and my sister both as one in thee. As soon the marble tomb resigns the dead. Then leave thy heaven, and come and dwell below; Its fatal arrows fiery-pointed fall,
Why faid I leave ?~-'tis heaven where'er you go. The fire intense, and chine the most of all; Hafte, ny belov'd, thy promise haste to crown, To fack the points no chilling floods are found, The form thou'lt honour waits thy coming down; Nay, fiould afflictions roll like floods around, Nor let such swiftness in the roes be shown Were wealth of nations offer'd, all would prove To save themselves, as thine to save thine own. Too small a danger, or a price for love.
Haste, like the nimblest harts that lightly bound If tben with love this world of worth agree, Before the stretches of the swiftest hound; With soft regard our little sister see;
With reaching seet devour a level way, How far unapt, as yet, like maids that own
Across cheir backs their branching antlers lay, No breasts at all, or breasts but hardly grown;
In the cool dew's their bending body ply,
And brush the spicy mountains as thcy fy.
JON A H.
Thus sung the king----Some angel reath it Her goed beginnings as the greater pains.
bough Let her but stand, the thrives; a wall too low From Eden's tree to crown the wifest brow. Is not rejected for the ftanding fo;
And now thou fairest garden ever made, What falls is only lost, we'll build her high, Broad bank of spices, blossom'd walks of shade, Till the rich palace glitters in the sky.
O Lebanon! where much I love to dwell, The door that's weak (what need we Spare the Since I must leave thee, Lcbanon, farewell! coft?)
Swife from my soul the fair idea flies, If 'tis a door, we need not think it lost;
A wilder fight the changing scene supplies; The leaves the brings us, if those leaves be good, Wide seas come rolling to my future page, We'll close in cedar's uncorrupting wood.
And storms ftand ready, when I call, co rage. Wrapt with the news, the fpouse converts her Then go where Joppa crowns the winding shore, And, oh! conipanions to the maids, she cries, The prophet Jonah just arrives before; What joys are ours, to hail the pupcial day, He fées a ship unmooring, fost the gales, Which calls our filter! Hark, I hear her fay, He pays, and enters, and the vefsel lails. Yes, I'nı a wall; lo! Te that boasted none,
Ah, wouldlt thou fly thy God? rash man, forbear. Nor boasts of breasts unmcasurably growl; What land fq distanţ but thy God is there?
PO E M S.
33 Weak reason, cease thy voice. They run the If then to aid the flight abets the fin, deep,
They think to land him where they took him in. And the tir'd prophet lays his limbs to sleep. Perhaps, to quit the cause, might end the woe, Here God speaks louder, sends a storm to sea, And, Giid appealing, let the vessel go, The clouds remove to give the vengeance way; For this they fix their oars, and strike the main, Strong blasts come whistling, by degrees they roar, But God withstands them, and they ftrike in vain, And shove big surges tumbling on to shore;
The storm increases more with want of light, The vessel bounds, then rolls, and every blast Low blackening clouds involve the ship in night; Works hard to tear her by the groaning mast; Thick battering rains fly through the driving skies, The failors, doubling all their shouts and cares, Loud thuoder bellows, darted lightnirg flies; Furl the white canvas, and cast forth the wares; A dreadful picture night-born horror drew, Each seek the god their native regions own, And his, or their's, or both their fates, they view. In vain they seek them, for those gods were Then thus to God they cry: Almighty power,
Whom we ne'er knew till this despairing hour, Yet Jonah slept the while, who solely knew, Froni this devoted blood thy servants free, In all that number, where to find the true.
To us he's innocent, if so to thee; To whom the pilot : Sleeper, rise and pray,
In all the past we see thy wond'rous hand, Our gods are deaf; may thine do more than And that he perish, think it thy command. they!
This prayer perforni’d, they cast the prophet But thus the rest: Perhaps we waft a foe
o'er; To heaven itself, and that's our cause of woe; A furge receives him, and he mounts no piore; Let's seek by lots, if heaven be pleas'd to tell; Then still's the thunder, cease the flames of blue, And what they fought by lots, on Jonah fell: The rains abated, and the winds withdrew; Then, whence he came, and who, and what, and The clouds ride off, and, as they march away, why
Through every breaking thoots a cheerful day; Thus rag'd the tempeft, all confus'dly cry;
The sea, which rag'd so loud, accepts the prize, Each press'd in haste to get his question heard, A while it rolls, then all the tenpest dies; When Jonah stops them with a grave regard. By gradual sinking, fiat the surface grows, An Hebrew man, you see, who God revere,
And safe the vessel with the Tailors goes. He made this world, and makes this world his The lion thus, that beunds thc fences o'er, care;
[head, And makes the mountain-echoes learn to roar, His the whirl'd sky, these waves that list their If on the lawn a branching deer he rend, And his yon land, on which you long to tread Then falls his hunger, all bis roarings end; He charg'd me late, to Ninerch repair,
Murmuring a while, to reft his limbs he lays, And to their face denounce his fentence there : And the freed law enjoys its herd at ease. Go, said the vision, prophet, preach co all.
Bless'd with the sudden calm, the failors own Yet forty days, and Nineveh shall fall.
That wretched Jonah woréhipp'd right alone; But well I knew him gracious to forgive,
Then make their vows, the victim sheep prepare, And much my zeal abhorr'd the bad should live; Bemnan the prophet, and the God revere. And if they turn, they live; then what were ! Now, though you fear to lose the ponyer to But fonie false prophet, when they fail ro die?
breathe, Or what, I fancied, had the Gentiles too
Now, though you tremble, fancy, dive beneath; With Hebrew prophets, and their Gud, to do? What worlds of wonders in the deep are seen! Drawn by the wilful thoughts, my soil I run, But this the greatest-- Jonah lives within ! I fled his presence, and the work's undone.
The man who fondly iled the Maler's view, The storm increases as the prophet speaks, Strange as the crime, has found a dungeon too, O'er the tost ship a foaming billow breaks;
God sent a moniter of the frothing lea, She rises pendant on the lifred waves,
Fit, by the bulk, to gorge the living prey, And thence descries a thousand watery graves; And lodge hin still alive; this hulk receives Then, downward rushing, watery mountains hide ! The falling prophet, as he da:h'd the waves. Her hulk beneath, in deaths on every side. There, newly wak'd from fancied death, he lies, 0, cry the sailors all, thy fact was ill,
And oft again in apprehension dies : Yet, if a prophet, speak thy master's will; While three long days and nights, depriv'd of What part is ours with thee? can aught remain.
fleep, To bring the blessings of a caim again?
He turn'd and toss'd him up and down the deep, Then Jonah: Mine's the death will best atone He thinks the judgment of the strangest kind, (And God is pleas'd that I pronounce my own);
And much he wonders what the Lord delign'd; Arise, and cast me forth, the wind will ccafe, Yer, since he lives, the gift of life he weighs, The sea subfiding wear the looks of peace, That's time for prayer, and thus a ground for And you securely steer. For well I fee
praise; Myself the criminal, the storm for me.
From the dark entrails of the whale to thee, Yet pity moves for one that owns a blame, (This new contrivance of a hell to me) And awe resulting from a prophet's name; To thee, my God, I cry'd; my full distress Love pleads, he kindly meant for them to die; Pierc'd thy kind ear, and brought my soul rem Fear pleads against him, left they power defy: