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 |  |
CXCI. 2 Kings, Chap. VI from Ver. 24. to the End; and Chap. VII.
Samaria besieg'd. The Famine there. The Syrians fly. The unbelieving Lord trod to Death.
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Kindnesses are on th'ungrateful lost:
The Syrian Monarch with a num'rous Host
Thro' Israel's rifled Tribes came pouring down,
And with a strong Blockade he press'd the Royal Town;
An obstinate Defence Samaria made,
Till meagre Famine did their Walls invade:
Clean and unclean were lost, the vilest Meat,
Ev'n Excrements they now for Dainties eat.
Nature's forgot, the tender Mother's Womb
Does her lov'd Offspring half-alive intomb.
Broken with Ills their wav'ring Prince gave way.
For Heaven's assistance he'll no longer stay:
So God to me and more, enrag'd, he said,
Unless this Day the Son of Shaphat's Head
For all the Mischief we endure, attone,
Prevent my Peoples Ruin and my own.
Nor to the Prophet his Designs unknown;
While Israel's Elders round attentive wait,
He thus pronounc'd the bright Reverse of Fate:
The Syrian Monarch with a num'rous Host
Thro' Israel's rifled Tribes came pouring down,
And with a strong Blockade he press'd the Royal Town;
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Till meagre Famine did their Walls invade:
Clean and unclean were lost, the vilest Meat,
Ev'n Excrements they now for Dainties eat.
Nature's forgot, the tender Mother's Womb
Does her lov'd Offspring half-alive intomb.
Broken with Ills their wav'ring Prince gave way.
For Heaven's assistance he'll no longer stay:
So God to me and more, enrag'd, he said,
Unless this Day the Son of Shaphat's Head
For all the Mischief we endure, attone,
Prevent my Peoples Ruin and my own.
Nor to the Prophet his Designs unknown;
While Israel's Elders round attentive wait,
He thus pronounc'd the bright Reverse of Fate:
“Thus saith the Lord—e're the succeeding Sun
“Has reach'd his Goal, or half his Circuit run,
“I'll bless your crowded Gates with wond'rous Store,
“And Famine shall infest your Walls no more.
“Has reach'd his Goal, or half his Circuit run,
“I'll bless your crowded Gates with wond'rous Store,
“And Famine shall infest your Walls no more.
You must excuse my Faith, a Lord reply'd,
Shou'd Heav'n itself its Window open wide,
And rain prodigious Show'rs of Plenty down,
Scarce cou'd it thus relieve the famish'd Town.
Yet thou thy self shalt see it with those Eyes,
The Prophet to the Infidel replies;
But small the Joy thou shalt from thence receive,
Not giv'n to taste what thou wilt not believe:
Th'Event fulfill'd his Words—'twas now the Hour.
When Light and Shades contend with equal Pow'r:
When in the the Camp the rattling Chariots noise,
Mix'd with the neighing Coursers warlike Voice
Is heard, a panic Fear from Heav'n is sent,
And wild Confusion runs thro' every Tent.
They rose, they ran, they cry'd for Life, they fled,
Nor look behind; their fansi'd Foes they dread,
And with their Spoils the Road to Jordan spread;
Four Lepers these surprizing Tidings bring,
But find no Faith at first with Israel's King:
'Twas but a Feint, the Foe in Ambush laid,
Wou'd soon agen th'unguarded Gates invade:
Two trusty Spies for sure Advice he sends,
And with impatience their Success attends,
Who soon confirm the Tidings brought before,
The Foe was fled, incredible the Store
They left behind; th'ungovern'd Crowd no more
Wou'd bear Restraint, thro' the broad Gates they pour,
And what they find, by Hunger urg'd, devour:
Pleas'd and displeas'd the King attempts in vain
The Citizens Disorders to restrain:
Th'incred'lous Noble who on him did wait,
He from the Palace sends to guard the Gate:
But all Distinctions lost, he call'd aloud,
Unheard, or unreguarded of the Crowd:
Till born to Earth beneath their Feet he lies,
Fulfils the Prophet's Words, and vainly threatning, dies.
Shou'd Heav'n itself its Window open wide,
And rain prodigious Show'rs of Plenty down,
Scarce cou'd it thus relieve the famish'd Town.
Yet thou thy self shalt see it with those Eyes,
The Prophet to the Infidel replies;
But small the Joy thou shalt from thence receive,
Not giv'n to taste what thou wilt not believe:
Th'Event fulfill'd his Words—'twas now the Hour.
When Light and Shades contend with equal Pow'r:
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Mix'd with the neighing Coursers warlike Voice
Is heard, a panic Fear from Heav'n is sent,
And wild Confusion runs thro' every Tent.
They rose, they ran, they cry'd for Life, they fled,
Nor look behind; their fansi'd Foes they dread,
And with their Spoils the Road to Jordan spread;
Four Lepers these surprizing Tidings bring,
But find no Faith at first with Israel's King:
'Twas but a Feint, the Foe in Ambush laid,
Wou'd soon agen th'unguarded Gates invade:
Two trusty Spies for sure Advice he sends,
And with impatience their Success attends,
Who soon confirm the Tidings brought before,
The Foe was fled, incredible the Store
They left behind; th'ungovern'd Crowd no more
Wou'd bear Restraint, thro' the broad Gates they pour,
And what they find, by Hunger urg'd, devour:
Pleas'd and displeas'd the King attempts in vain
The Citizens Disorders to restrain:
Th'incred'lous Noble who on him did wait,
He from the Palace sends to guard the Gate:
But all Distinctions lost, he call'd aloud,
Unheard, or unreguarded of the Crowd:
Till born to Earth beneath their Feet he lies,
Fulfils the Prophet's Words, and vainly threatning, dies.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |