The history of The Old Testament In verse With One Hundred and Eighty sculptures: In Two Volumes. Vol. I. From the Creation to the Revolt of the Ten Tribes from the House of David. Vol. II. From that Revolt to the End of the Prophets. Written by Samuel Wesley ... The Cuts done by J. Sturt |
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 | The history of The Old Testament In verse |  |
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CXXIII. 1 Samuel, Chap. X. from Ver. 17. to the End.
Saul's Election.
By Samuel call'd, to fix the grand Affair,
And thus the Rev'rend Sire accosts them there.
Thus saith the Lord—I you from Egypt brought,
Against your Foes my self from Heav'n have fought:
By Miracles protected when oppress'd,
And now on ev'ry side have giv'n you rest:
But what returns? Weary of Peace and me,
Your Tribes abjure divine Theocracy.
Enjoy your Wish, what e're th'Event it bring!
Approach, and Heav'n will soon declare your King.
They came, the great decisive Lot is cast,
The stronger and more num'rous Tribes it past,
And on exhausted Benjamin did fall;
“Forth leapt the House of Kish, and forth leapt Saul.
Distinct above the vulgar Crowd he stood,
Like some fair Pine the Monarch of the Wood.
Black as the Raven's glossy Plumes his Hair,
Which fell adown his Shoulders with loose Care:
A modest Fire his Sun-bright Eyes did grace,
Diffusing a calm Lustre round his Face:
His well-knit Nerves did Strength and Vigour show,
Equal to Toils a Prince must undergo:
Erect his Gate, majestic was his Meen,
And when his God-like Form by all was seen,
A gen'ral Shout that rends the Heav'ns they give,
God save the King! Let him for ever live!
The sacred Contract next the Prince is shown,
The Peoples surest Safeguard and his own.
Against your Foes my self from Heav'n have fought:
By Miracles protected when oppress'd,
And now on ev'ry side have giv'n you rest:
But what returns? Weary of Peace and me,
Your Tribes abjure divine Theocracy.
Enjoy your Wish, what e're th'Event it bring!
Approach, and Heav'n will soon declare your King.
They came, the great decisive Lot is cast,
The stronger and more num'rous Tribes it past,
And on exhausted Benjamin did fall;
“Forth leapt the House of Kish, and forth leapt Saul.
Distinct above the vulgar Crowd he stood,
Like some fair Pine the Monarch of the Wood.
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Which fell adown his Shoulders with loose Care:
A modest Fire his Sun-bright Eyes did grace,
Diffusing a calm Lustre round his Face:
His well-knit Nerves did Strength and Vigour show,
Equal to Toils a Prince must undergo:
Erect his Gate, majestic was his Meen,
And when his God-like Form by all was seen,
A gen'ral Shout that rends the Heav'ns they give,
God save the King! Let him for ever live!
The sacred Contract next the Prince is shown,
The Peoples surest Safeguard and his own.
God and the fickle Crowd at first agree,
He pleas'd 'em with their lov'd Variety:
But soon the Sons of Belial weary grown,
Their Tribute murm'ring paid, or paid him none;
What they had rais'd, Why might they not dethrone?
God's Choice a fatal Disappointment brings,
Their Worth o'relook'd, they'd fain have all been Kings.
Silent he stood, their factious Rage despis'd,
Which Time and ripening Fate without his Aim, chastis'd.
He pleas'd 'em with their lov'd Variety:
But soon the Sons of Belial weary grown,
Their Tribute murm'ring paid, or paid him none;
What they had rais'd, Why might they not dethrone?
God's Choice a fatal Disappointment brings,
Their Worth o'relook'd, they'd fain have all been Kings.
Silent he stood, their factious Rage despis'd,
Which Time and ripening Fate without his Aim, chastis'd.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |