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    JJo robber rage the ripening harvest knows ; JLnd unrestrainM the generous vintage flows :

    Nor less your sons to manliest deeds afepire , And Asia ' s mountains glow with Spartan fire . So when , deep sinking in tKe rosy

    mam , The western Sun forsakes the Syrian plain , His watery rays refracted lustre shed ,, And pour their latest light on Carmel ' s head .

    Yet shines your praise , amid surrounding gloom , As the lone lamp that trembles in the tomb ; For , few the souls that spurn a tyrant ' s chain , And small the bounds of freedom ' s

    scanty reign . As the poor outcast on the cheerless wild , Arabia ' s parent , clasped her fainting child , And wandered near the roof no more her home , Forbid ' to linger , yet afraid to roam : My sorrowing Fancy quits the happier height , And southward throws her half-averted

    sight . For , sad the scenes Judaea ' s plains disclose , * A dreary waste of undistinguished woes : See W " itr untir'd his crimson pinions spread , And foul Revenge , that tramples on the dead !

    Ld , where from far the guardian fountains shine , Thy tents , Netaioth , rise , and Kedar , thine ! * Tis ytmr ' s the boast to mark th ^ stranger ' s way , And spur your headlong chargers on the

    prey , Or rouse your ni g htly numbers from alar , And on die hamlet pour the waste of war ; Nor spare the hoary head , nor bid your

    eye Revere the sacred smile of infancy . Such now the clans , whose fiery coursers feed Where waves on Kishon ' aT bank the whispering reed ;

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    And their * s the soifc wfiere , curling to the skies , Smokes on Gerizim s mount Samaria ' s sacrifice . While Israel ' s sons , by scorpion curses driven , Outcasts of earth , and reprobate of heaven Through the wide world in friendless exile stray , Remorse and shame sole comrades of their way , With dumb despair their couatrV *

    wrong- behold , t And , dead to glory , only burn for gold . O Thou , their Guide , their Father , and their JLord , Lov'd for Thy mercies , for Thy powejf adorM ! If at Thy Name the waves forgot their force , And refluent Jordan sought his trembling source ; If at Thy Name like sheep the mountains fled , And haughty Sirion bowM his marble head ;

    To . Israel ' s woes a pitying ear incline * And raise from earthThy long-neglected vine ! Her rifled fruits behold the heathen bear , And wild-wood boars her mangled clusters tear .

    Was it for this she stretched her peopled reign From far Euphrates to tfc , e western main / For this , o ' er many a lull her boughs she threw , And her , wide arms like goodly cedars grew ? For this , proud Edom slept beneath her shade , And o ' er th * Arabian deep her branches play'd ?

    O feeble boast of transitory power ! Vain , fruitless trust of Judah ' s happier hour ? Not such their hope , when through th © parted main The cloudy wonder Jed the warrior - train : Not such their hope , when through the fields of pigfet The torch . of heaven diffus ed Its friendly light : Not , v / htn fierce conquest urged the on ^ ward war , And hurl'd stern Canaan from his ir * m car ;

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1806, page 557, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1729/page/53/