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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| CLXI. | CLXI. 1 Kings, Chap. III. from Ver. 16. to Ver. 27. |
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CLXI. 1 Kings, Chap. III. from Ver. 16. to Ver. 27.
Solomon prays for Wisdom. He decides the Case between the two Harlots.
Plac'd on his Father's Throne, with pious Care
The Prince adores the Pow'r that fixt him there:
Ten Hecatombs to God at Gibeon paid;
And more, he lov'd him, and his Laws obey'd:
Bright Signs of Peace and Grace th'Almighty gave,
And bids him make his Terms, and ask and have:
When thus with humble Heart and Voice he said,
(New Blessings ask'd, and Thanks for Blessings paid.)
My Father David, whom thy Bounty chose,
Did not in vain on thee his Hopes repose;
His Family thy promis'd Goodness share,
Nor wants his House, nor wants his Throne an Heir.
Tho' I unfit for that exalted Stage,
How Young at once in Wisdom and in Age!
My People num'rous, and my Kingdom large,
And who is equal to so vast a Charge?
O thou, the King of Kings, whose Sov'reign sway
This Earth, and even the Heav'n of Heav'ns obey;
Give Knowledge to discharge my weighty Trust!
The Art of Ruling give, and make me Wise and Just!
Th'Almighty heard, and pleas'd with his Desire,
Thus answers mild—
Since thou dost neither Length of Days require,
Revenge nor Riches which the World admire;
But rather Wisdom ask, I'll give thee more
Than Mortal e're shall have, or e're enjoy'd before:
Riches and Honour, Regal Pomp and State,
I give thee undesir'd for over-weight:
And if like David thou my Laws maintain,
I'll crown thee with a long and prosp'rous Reign:
The Prince adores the Pow'r that fixt him there:
Ten Hecatombs to God at Gibeon paid;
And more, he lov'd him, and his Laws obey'd:
Bright Signs of Peace and Grace th'Almighty gave,
And bids him make his Terms, and ask and have:
When thus with humble Heart and Voice he said,
(New Blessings ask'd, and Thanks for Blessings paid.)
My Father David, whom thy Bounty chose,
Did not in vain on thee his Hopes repose;
His Family thy promis'd Goodness share,
Nor wants his House, nor wants his Throne an Heir.
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How Young at once in Wisdom and in Age!
My People num'rous, and my Kingdom large,
And who is equal to so vast a Charge?
O thou, the King of Kings, whose Sov'reign sway
This Earth, and even the Heav'n of Heav'ns obey;
Give Knowledge to discharge my weighty Trust!
The Art of Ruling give, and make me Wise and Just!
Th'Almighty heard, and pleas'd with his Desire,
Thus answers mild—
Since thou dost neither Length of Days require,
Revenge nor Riches which the World admire;
But rather Wisdom ask, I'll give thee more
Than Mortal e're shall have, or e're enjoy'd before:
Riches and Honour, Regal Pomp and State,
I give thee undesir'd for over-weight:
And if like David thou my Laws maintain,
I'll crown thee with a long and prosp'rous Reign:
He said, nor was the Sacred Word in vain;
To Salem's Royal Town the King returns,
And Victims slays, and hallow'd Incense burns:
When to his Throne two clam'rous Women came,
And Justice! Justice! both aloud exclaim.
An Infant in their Arms did each embrace,
Breathless was one, with pale and alter'd Face;
The Second, warmth and vigorous Life confess'd,
And paid his Nurse with Smiles, who clasp'd him to her Breast:
Both claim'd the Living, both the Dead deny'd,
No Witness but their own the King to guide:
What mortal Wisdom cou'd the Case decide?
Awhile he weighs with deep consid'rate Thought,
Then calls his Guards, and bids a Sword be brought;
In equal Parts the Child that did survive
He bids divide, and half to either give:
The spurious Mother with th'Award content
His Justice prais'd, and gave her full Consent:
Not so the Genuin, when the Guards prepare
To execute a Sentence so severe;
Pale as the lifeless Corps that near her lay,
And cold as Death she cries and bids 'em stay:
Then to the King—O let her all enjoy,
Rather than my dear Infant thus destroy!
—'Tis finish'd, the sagacious Prince reply'd,
And Nature does herself the Cause decide;
The Child is Hers—which she with Joy receives,
With Shame her Rival the Tribunal leaves:
Th'Assembly shout, and Heav'ns Indulgence own,
Which plac'd so Wise a King on David's vacant Throne.
To Salem's Royal Town the King returns,
And Victims slays, and hallow'd Incense burns:
When to his Throne two clam'rous Women came,
And Justice! Justice! both aloud exclaim.
An Infant in their Arms did each embrace,
Breathless was one, with pale and alter'd Face;
The Second, warmth and vigorous Life confess'd,
And paid his Nurse with Smiles, who clasp'd him to her Breast:
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No Witness but their own the King to guide:
What mortal Wisdom cou'd the Case decide?
Awhile he weighs with deep consid'rate Thought,
Then calls his Guards, and bids a Sword be brought;
In equal Parts the Child that did survive
He bids divide, and half to either give:
The spurious Mother with th'Award content
His Justice prais'd, and gave her full Consent:
Not so the Genuin, when the Guards prepare
To execute a Sentence so severe;
Pale as the lifeless Corps that near her lay,
And cold as Death she cries and bids 'em stay:
Then to the King—O let her all enjoy,
Rather than my dear Infant thus destroy!
—'Tis finish'd, the sagacious Prince reply'd,
And Nature does herself the Cause decide;
The Child is Hers—which she with Joy receives,
With Shame her Rival the Tribunal leaves:
Th'Assembly shout, and Heav'ns Indulgence own,
Which plac'd so Wise a King on David's vacant Throne.
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