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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| CLIII. | CLIII. 2 Samuel, Chap. XV. from Ver. 7. to the End. |
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 | The history of The Old Testament In verse |  |
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CLIII. 2 Samuel, Chap. XV. from Ver. 7. to the End.
Absalon's Conspiracy. David's Flight from Jerusalem. Hushai's Loyalty, &c.
The
Seeds of Treason now grew ripe for Birth,
And raise their baleful Heads from teeming Earth;
Of War and Bloodshed bode a plenteous Crop,
And hov'ring Fiends their bleeding Quarry hope:
Too long th'Unnatural thinks he waits in vain,
While his hard Father still protracts his Reign:
The small Remains of Piety he breaks,
And thus the Hypocrite his injur'd Sire bespeaks:
And raise their baleful Heads from teeming Earth;
Of War and Bloodshed bode a plenteous Crop,
And hov'ring Fiends their bleeding Quarry hope:
Too long th'Unnatural thinks he waits in vain,
While his hard Father still protracts his Reign:
The small Remains of Piety he breaks,
And thus the Hypocrite his injur'd Sire bespeaks:
With Grief and Shame, Great Sir! I call to mind,
The Faults of Youth, which none but one so kind,
Cou'd e're have pardon'd—Then, when in disgrace,
Deny'd the Bliss to see a Father's Face;
Wandring in foreign Fields, a Vow I made,
Which, ah! too long has now remain'd unpaid;
That if my Father's God wou'd me restore
To his lov'd House, I there wou'd him adore,
And with an hundred Victims die the sacred Floor;
Yet since I've learnt, Obedience far out-vies
The richest Gifts and noblest Sacrifice,
My Guilt, and Heav'ns just Wrath I'll rather bear,
Than to my native Hebron's Walls repair;
Till your Commands and Blessing I obtain:
The Faults of Youth, which none but one so kind,
Cou'd e're have pardon'd—Then, when in disgrace,
Deny'd the Bliss to see a Father's Face;
Wandring in foreign Fields, a Vow I made,
Which, ah! too long has now remain'd unpaid;
That if my Father's God wou'd me restore
To his lov'd House, I there wou'd him adore,
And with an hundred Victims die the sacred Floor;
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The richest Gifts and noblest Sacrifice,
My Guilt, and Heav'ns just Wrath I'll rather bear,
Than to my native Hebron's Walls repair;
Till your Commands and Blessing I obtain:
Scarce cou'd the King from Tears of Joy refrain,
With kind paternal Love embrac'd and kiss'd,
And then the Traitor from his Arms dismiss'd:
To Royal Hebron he his Progress bends,
To all the Tribes his trusty Spies he sends.
When thence they heard from far the Trumpets sound,
The Signal 'twas that Absalom was crown'd,
And all must spread the joyful News around:
But none cou'd serve his dark Designs so well,
As thy Serpentine Head, Achitophel!
Th'Oraculous Traitor came, as Satan wise,
For darling Mischief left his Sacrifice:
From ev'ry Tribe unnumber'd Thousands run,
And Hebron crowd t'adore the rising Sun:
Suprizing Tidings they to David bring,
That all was lost, and Absalom was King:
Salem he leaves, his faithful Guards attend,
Moisten'd with Tears they Olivet ascend,
By Loyal Hushai met, his Princes ancient Friend:
Constrain'd he stays, and him behind they leave,
With honest Fraud the Traitor to deceive;
Who now from Hebron-Hills came crowding down,
And enter with loud Shouts th'unguarded sacred Town.
With kind paternal Love embrac'd and kiss'd,
And then the Traitor from his Arms dismiss'd:
To Royal Hebron he his Progress bends,
To all the Tribes his trusty Spies he sends.
When thence they heard from far the Trumpets sound,
The Signal 'twas that Absalom was crown'd,
And all must spread the joyful News around:
But none cou'd serve his dark Designs so well,
As thy Serpentine Head, Achitophel!
Th'Oraculous Traitor came, as Satan wise,
For darling Mischief left his Sacrifice:
From ev'ry Tribe unnumber'd Thousands run,
And Hebron crowd t'adore the rising Sun:
Suprizing Tidings they to David bring,
That all was lost, and Absalom was King:
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Moisten'd with Tears they Olivet ascend,
By Loyal Hushai met, his Princes ancient Friend:
Constrain'd he stays, and him behind they leave,
With honest Fraud the Traitor to deceive;
Who now from Hebron-Hills came crowding down,
And enter with loud Shouts th'unguarded sacred Town.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |