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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| CLXXXVIII. | CLXXXVIII. 2 Kings, Chap. V. from Ver. 1. to the End. |
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CLXXXVIII. 2 Kings, Chap. V. from Ver. 1. to the End.
Naaman cur'd of his Leprosie.
Nor only Israel! to thy chosen Kind,
Must Heav'ns diffusive Goodness rest confin'd:
The Nations round that healing Pow'r shall own,
Who has in Salem fix'd his radiant Throne:
To hostile Syria's Court his Fame extends,
So shines his Sun, his fruitful Rain descends,
Promiscuous Gifts, on Enemies and Friends:
Naaman, tho' Great in Court, and Great in Wars,
His Breast adorn'd with honourable Scars;
These from the fierce Arabian Rovers born,
And those not unreveng'd, from Israel worn;
Yet a foul Leprosie deform'd his Skin,
Crept thro' his Veins, and fir'd the Blood within:
A captive Maid from Israel's confines led,
On Naaman's Lady waits, and thus she said:
Ah! wou'd my honour'd Lord and yours repair
To Shemir's Walls, a wond'rous Prophet there
Wou'd heal him soon: Th'important News they bring
To Naaman first, and then to Syria's King:
The haughty Prince to Israel's Monarch sends,
A num'rous Troop his Favourite attends;
Vast Treasures on their Carriages are laid,
O're Lebanon to Isra'l's Land convey'd:
The Message known which Hadad's Son had sent,
Trembling with Rage and Fear his Robes Jehoram rent:
Must Heav'ns diffusive Goodness rest confin'd:
The Nations round that healing Pow'r shall own,
Who has in Salem fix'd his radiant Throne:
To hostile Syria's Court his Fame extends,
So shines his Sun, his fruitful Rain descends,
Promiscuous Gifts, on Enemies and Friends:
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His Breast adorn'd with honourable Scars;
These from the fierce Arabian Rovers born,
And those not unreveng'd, from Israel worn;
Yet a foul Leprosie deform'd his Skin,
Crept thro' his Veins, and fir'd the Blood within:
A captive Maid from Israel's confines led,
On Naaman's Lady waits, and thus she said:
Ah! wou'd my honour'd Lord and yours repair
To Shemir's Walls, a wond'rous Prophet there
Wou'd heal him soon: Th'important News they bring
To Naaman first, and then to Syria's King:
The haughty Prince to Israel's Monarch sends,
A num'rous Troop his Favourite attends;
Vast Treasures on their Carriages are laid,
O're Lebanon to Isra'l's Land convey'd:
The Message known which Hadad's Son had sent,
Trembling with Rage and Fear his Robes Jehoram rent:
Am I a God, he to his Nobles said,
That with a word can kill and raise the Dead?
Can we his Lepers heal!—A mean Pretence,
For Rapine, Blood and War without Offence:
Dismiss, Elisha says, your groundless Fear,
He soon shall know there's yet a Prophet here:
Before his Gates he drives with all his Train,
The fiery Coursers scarce endure the Rein,
They champ the frothy Bit, and paw the Ground,
His splendid Equipage wait silent round:
Unmov'd the Prophet thus his Orders gave,
Go wash thy leprous Limbs in Jordan's Wave!
Sev'n Times the crystal Lavers use renew,
Mirac'lous Health and Ease shall thence ensue.
That with a word can kill and raise the Dead?
Can we his Lepers heal!—A mean Pretence,
For Rapine, Blood and War without Offence:
Dismiss, Elisha says, your groundless Fear,
He soon shall know there's yet a Prophet here:
Before his Gates he drives with all his Train,
The fiery Coursers scarce endure the Rein,
They champ the frothy Bit, and paw the Ground,
His splendid Equipage wait silent round:
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Go wash thy leprous Limbs in Jordan's Wave!
Sev'n Times the crystal Lavers use renew,
Mirac'lous Health and Ease shall thence ensue.
The Syrian storm'd and rag'd at his Defeat,
Is't thus my Master's Friends the Hebrews treat?
From Israel's pow'rful God who rules the Sky,
I look'd for something more august and high:
In his dread Name the Prophet shou'd attend,
And strike the Place, and Health and Beauty send:
Ev'n he must own his Jordan's Current yields
To those that wash my native happy Fields,
Where Pharpar's Streams thro' flow'ry Meadows stray,
And Abana cuts out its winding way.
Is't thus my Master's Friends the Hebrews treat?
From Israel's pow'rful God who rules the Sky,
I look'd for something more august and high:
In his dread Name the Prophet shou'd attend,
And strike the Place, and Health and Beauty send:
Ev'n he must own his Jordan's Current yields
To those that wash my native happy Fields,
Where Pharpar's Streams thro' flow'ry Meadows stray,
And Abana cuts out its winding way.
The Gen'ral thus, and thence enrag'd he goes,
His wiser Servants mildly interpose;
My Father! had the Prophet deign'd to ask
For thy Recovery some important Task,
'T had been by those resistless Arms atchiev'd;
How easie then to wash and be reliev'd?
A gen'rous Mind can never wander long,
But Truth and Reason weighs, when in the Wrong:
His Passion calm'd, to Jordan he descends,
And Ease, and vig'rous Health his Faith attends:
Return'd, vain Idols vows to serve no more,
But Israel's God with Pray'rs and Sacrifice adore.
His wiser Servants mildly interpose;
My Father! had the Prophet deign'd to ask
For thy Recovery some important Task,
'T had been by those resistless Arms atchiev'd;
How easie then to wash and be reliev'd?
A gen'rous Mind can never wander long,
But Truth and Reason weighs, when in the Wrong:
His Passion calm'd, to Jordan he descends,
And Ease, and vig'rous Health his Faith attends:
Return'd, vain Idols vows to serve no more,
But Israel's God with Pray'rs and Sacrifice adore.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |