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On David's lofty Palace top there stood
A pleasant Garden and delightful Wood.
Here nodding Trees their fruitful Branches shook
And bending Boughs with lovely Apples broke.
Here various Fruits in artful order grew,
That Babylonian Lux'ry ever knew.
Here in a Grove retiring David walk'd;
Here with the Monarch the rough Prophet talk'd.
I from the Almighty come, who from above,
Beheld thy Murder, and thy hated Love;
From hence thou viewd'st the treach'rous charming She
Witness this consc'ious Grove: Witness each blushing Tree
And then in words he paints his bloody Crimes.
Jessides heard, and wept.—
A pleasant Garden and delightful Wood.
Here nodding Trees their fruitful Branches shook
And bending Boughs with lovely Apples broke.
Here various Fruits in artful order grew,
That Babylonian Lux'ry ever knew.
Here in a Grove retiring David walk'd;
Here with the Monarch the rough Prophet talk'd.
I from the Almighty come, who from above,
Beheld thy Murder, and thy hated Love;
From hence thou viewd'st the treach'rous charming She
Witness this consc'ious Grove: Witness each blushing Tree
And then in words he paints his bloody Crimes.
Jessides heard, and wept.—
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