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Say why the driving Hail with rushing Sound Pours from on high, and rattles on the Ground? How hover Shows and wanton in the Air, Fall by degrees, and cloath the hoary Year? Why Pearly Rain in fruitful Showers flows, And on each Bud a sudden Spring bestows? Say, can thy Voice when sultry Sirius reigns; Glows in the Air, and fires the thirsty Plains, Calldown the Waters, and command the Rains? Or, when the Heav'ns are charg'd with gloomy
[Clouds, And rushing down precipitate in Floods, Chase the dark Horror of the Storm away, Restrain the Deluge, and restore the Day? By Thee does Summer deck her self with Charms, Orchoary Winter lock his frozen Arms? Does the pale Lilly or the blushing Rose, By thee their Bosoms to the Morn disclose? Do Fruits from thee receive their various Hue, Sweet to the Smell, and charming to the View?
Say why the Sun arrays with various. Dies
Dost thou with Thunder arm the generous Horse,
[found Pleas'd with the Clank of Arms and Trumpets
[Ground. He bounds, and prancing paws the trembling He Snuffs the promis'd Battel from afar,
(War. Neighs at the Captains Shouts and Thunder of the Rous’d with the noble Din, and Martial Sight, He pants with Tumults of severe Delight; His sprightly Blood an even Course disdains, Pours from his Heart, and Charges in his Veins. He braves the Spear,and mocks the twangingBow, Demands the Fight, and rushes on the Foe.
PRAYER of JEREMY
PA RA P H R A S’D.
Prophetically representing the Passionate Grief of
the Jewish People, for the Loss of their Town and Sanctuary.
By Mr. SOUTHCOTT,
Tand,Sun of Justice! SovereignGod moft high!
In Libra fix thy Bench of Equity, And weigh our Cause Look down on Earth, nay look as low again, As we're inferior to the worst of Men,
We Wretched, once, like thy Archangels, Bright, Are cast down headlong with diminish'd Light. So Meteors fall, and as they downwards fly, Leave a long Train of less’ning Light, and die.
Then let that other smoother Face of thine,
[own, Tobarb'rous Nations now are fallina Prey, And we from all we love, are torn away. Thus early Orphans whilft our Fathers livezy: We know no Comfort, they no Comfort give: