And refluent Jordan sought his trembling source;
If at thy name like sheep the mountains fled,
And haughty Sirion bowed his marble head;
To Israel's woes a pitying ear incline,
And raise from earth thy 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 the western main ?
For this, o'er many a hill her boughs she threw,
And her wide arms like goodly cedars grew?
For this, proud Edom slept beneath her shade,
And o'er the Arabian deep her branches played?
O feeble boast of transitory power,
Vain, fruitless trust of Judah's happier hour;
Not such their hope, when through the parted
The cloudy wonder led the warrior train :
Not such their hope, when through the fields of night
The torch of heaven diffused its friendly light:
Not, when fierce Conquest urged the onward war
And hurled stern Canaan from his iron car:
Nor, when five monarchs led to Gibeon's fight,
In rude array, the harnessed Amorite:
Yes-in that hour, by mortal accents stayed,
The lingering sun his fiery wheels delayed;
The moon, obedient, trembled at the sound, Curbed her pale car, and checked her mazy
Let Sinai tell-for she beheld his might,
And God's own darkness veiled her mystic height:
(He, cherub-borne, upon the whirlwind rode,
And the red mountain like a furnace glowed :)
Let Sinai tell-but who shall dare recite
His praise, his power,-eternal, infinite?—
Awe-struck I cease; nor bid my strains aspire,
Or serve his altar with unhallowed fire.
Such were the cares that watched o'er Israel's
fate,
And such the glories of their infant state.
-Triumphant race; and did your power decay?
Failed the bright promise of your early day?
No:-by that sword, which, red with heathen
A giant spoil, the stripling champion bore;
By him, the chief to farthest India known,
The mighty master of the iv'ry throne;
In heaven's own strength, high towering o'er
her foes,
Victorious Salem's lion banner rose,
Before her footstool prostrate nations lay,
And vassal tyrants crouched beneath her sway.
-And he, the kingly sage, whose restless mind Through nature's mazes wandered unconfined; Who every bird, and beast, and insect knew, And spake of every plant that quaffs the dew; To him were known--so Hagar's offspring tellThe powerful sigil and the starry spell,
The midnight call, hell's shadowy legions dread,
And sounds that burst the slumbers of the dead.
Hence all his might; for who could these op-
pose?
And Tadmor thus, and Syrian Balbec rose.
Yet e'en the works of toiling Genii fall,
And vain was Estakhar's enchanted wall.
In frantic converse with the mournful wind,
There oft the houseless Santon rests reclined;
Strange shapes he views, and drinks with won-
dering ears
The voices of the dead,and songs of other years.
Such, the faint echo of departed praise,
Still sound Arabia's legendary lays;
And thus their fabling bards delight to tell
How lovely were thy tents, O Israel.
For thee his ivory load behemoth bore,
And far Sofala teemed with golden ore;
Thine all the arts that wait on wealth's increase,
Or bask and wanton in the beam of peace.
When Tyber slept beneath the cypress gloom,
And silence held the lonely woods of Rome;
Or ere to Greece the builder's skill was known,
Or the light chisel brushed the Parian stone;
Yet here fair Science nursed her infant fire,
Fanned by the artist aid of friendly Tyre.
Then towered the palace, then in awful state
The temple reared its everlasting gate.
No workman steel, no pond'rous axes rung;
Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung.
Majestic silence!—then the harp awoke,
The cymbal clanged, the deep-voiced trumpet spoke,
And Salem spread her suppliant arms abroad, Viewed the descending flame, and blessed the present God.
Nor shrunk she then, when, raging deep and
loud,
Beat o'er her soul the billows of the proud.
E'en they who, dragged to Shinar's fiery sand;
Tilled with reluctant strength the stranger's
Who sadly told the slow-revolving years,
And steeped the captive's bitter bread with tears: Yet oft their hearts with kindling hopes would burn,
Their destined triumphs, and their glad return,
And their sad lyres, which, silent and unstrung,
In mournful ranks on Babel's willows hung,
Would oft awake to chant their future fame,
And from the skies their lingering Saviour claim.
His promised aid could every fear control;
This nerved the warrior's arm, this steeled the martyr's soul.
Nor vain their hope :-Bright beaming through the sky,
Burst in full blaze the Day-spring from on high.
Earth's utmost isles exulted at the sight,
And crowding nations drank the orient light.
Lo, star-led chiefs Assyrian odors bring,
And bending Magi seek their infant King.
Marked ye, where, hovering o'er his radiant
head,
The dove's white wings celestial glory shed?
Daughter of Sion, virgin queen, rejoice:
Clap the glad hand, and lift the exulting voice.
He comes, but not in regal splendor drest,
The haughty diadem, the Tyrian vest ;
Not armed in flame, all glorious from afar,
Of hosts the chieftain, and the lord of war.
Messiah comes: let furious discord cease:
Be peace on earth before the Prince of Peace.
Disease and anguish feel his blest control,
And howling fiends release the tortured soul;
The beams of gladness hell's dark caves illume,
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