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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CLXVII. 1 Kings, Ch. XIII. to V. 25. Ch. XIV. and Ch. XV. from V. 25. to 29.
Jeroboam persists in his Idolatry. His Son falls sick and dies; Israel mourns for him. His Family destroy'd by Baasha.
From sacred Truth 'tis easie to decline,
When Error does with pow'rful Int'rest joyn;
But, oh! how hard against the Hill to rise,
And reassume the Path that leads us to the Skies?
The brightest Miracles no Credence gain,
And Nature's stedfast Laws are broke in vain:
This Jeroboam's Crimes and Fate attest,
Tho' warn'd, and plagu'd, and heal'd, he still transgress'd:
Nor this that injur'd Pow'r to whom alone,
Th'ungrateful owes his Life and owes his Throne:
A Son he had, the best of all his Blood,
For such a House and Father far too Good:
With pious Vows he Israel's God implor'd,
Non ever Dan's or Bethel's Calves ador'd:
Yet he, alas! his Parents Sins must bear,
O righteous Heav'n! how Just, yet how severe!
Snatch'd from the Plagues that must his House destroy,
He'll his short Pains exchange for endless Joy.
Death-struck, he neither murmur'd nor repin'd,
But on a brighter Crown he fix'd his Mind;
Then that he now must lose—his Father hears,
His guilty Mind is seiz'd with anxious Fears;
His Wife disguis'd he to Ahijab sent,
With Presents to the Man of God she went,
Too soon, of his Disease to know th'Event:
Nor this cou'd Bethel's Gods or Priests reveal,
Nor cou'd she from the Seer herself conceal:
Tho' his corporeal Eyes with Age were blind,
How clear the Sight of his inlighten'd Mind?
He bids the Mother, yet a Mother, come,
As first her trembling Feet approach'd the room:
Vainly disguis'd, unhappy Queen! draw near,
The Prophet says, and heavy Tidings hear!
Unto thy Lord this dreadful Message bring,
From Israel's God, from him who make him King.
—And did I thee my Peoples Captain make,
For this—the Crown for this from David take!
O how unlike!—For me he serv'd and fear'd,
Obey'd my Precepts, and my Laws rever'd:
Thy Faults have drown'd their Crimes that reign'd before,
Thou and thy Land new golden Gods adore:
Nor unreveng'd shall thy Transgression go,
Soon will I thee and all thy House o'rethrow;
Like Dung remov'd from Earth's polluted Face;
By him whom I'll exalt to fill thy Place:
Already is the kindled Wrath begun,
Already has it seiz'd thy darling Son,
No longer yours, he dies at thy Return,
And Israel his untimely Fate shall mourn:
He only to the Grave in Peace descends,
A happy Death his pious Life attends,
The rest, as fits their Crimes, reserv'd for dreadful Ends.
When Error does with pow'rful Int'rest joyn;
But, oh! how hard against the Hill to rise,
And reassume the Path that leads us to the Skies?
The brightest Miracles no Credence gain,
And Nature's stedfast Laws are broke in vain:
This Jeroboam's Crimes and Fate attest,
Tho' warn'd, and plagu'd, and heal'd, he still transgress'd:
Nor this that injur'd Pow'r to whom alone,
Th'ungrateful owes his Life and owes his Throne:
A Son he had, the best of all his Blood,
For such a House and Father far too Good:
With pious Vows he Israel's God implor'd,
Non ever Dan's or Bethel's Calves ador'd:
Yet he, alas! his Parents Sins must bear,
O righteous Heav'n! how Just, yet how severe!
Snatch'd from the Plagues that must his House destroy,
He'll his short Pains exchange for endless Joy.
Death-struck, he neither murmur'd nor repin'd,
But on a brighter Crown he fix'd his Mind;
Then that he now must lose—his Father hears,
His guilty Mind is seiz'd with anxious Fears;
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With Presents to the Man of God she went,
Too soon, of his Disease to know th'Event:
Nor this cou'd Bethel's Gods or Priests reveal,
Nor cou'd she from the Seer herself conceal:
Tho' his corporeal Eyes with Age were blind,
How clear the Sight of his inlighten'd Mind?
He bids the Mother, yet a Mother, come,
As first her trembling Feet approach'd the room:
Vainly disguis'd, unhappy Queen! draw near,
The Prophet says, and heavy Tidings hear!
Unto thy Lord this dreadful Message bring,
From Israel's God, from him who make him King.
—And did I thee my Peoples Captain make,
For this—the Crown for this from David take!
O how unlike!—For me he serv'd and fear'd,
Obey'd my Precepts, and my Laws rever'd:
Thy Faults have drown'd their Crimes that reign'd before,
Thou and thy Land new golden Gods adore:
Nor unreveng'd shall thy Transgression go,
Soon will I thee and all thy House o'rethrow;
Like Dung remov'd from Earth's polluted Face;
By him whom I'll exalt to fill thy Place:
Already is the kindled Wrath begun,
Already has it seiz'd thy darling Son,
No longer yours, he dies at thy Return,
And Israel his untimely Fate shall mourn:
He only to the Grave in Peace descends,
A happy Death his pious Life attends,
The rest, as fits their Crimes, reserv'd for dreadful Ends.
He said, nor were their Fates denounc'd in vain,
Her Son and Husband die, and Nadab's slain,
Nor did one Branch of all their impious House remain.
Her Son and Husband die, and Nadab's slain,
Nor did one Branch of all their impious House remain.
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