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 |  |
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CCXXXIV. Isaiah, Chap. V.
God's Vineyard.
O thou who art my ravish'd Souls desire!
Thy Vineyard claims my Voice, and claims my Lyre.
Thy Vineyard claims my Voice, and claims my Lyre.
Full on a lovely Hill's descent 'twas plac'd,
And thence the cheerful Sun directly fac'd,
His kind meridian Beams did largely taste.
And thence the cheerful Sun directly fac'd,
His kind meridian Beams did largely taste.
Its careful Master fenc'd it strongly round,
Of Weeds, and Shrubs, and Stones, he clear'd the Ground;
The noblest Vines he sought with nicest Care,
No niggard of his Cost, and planted there:
A lofty Turret rais'd, a Wine-press made,
And hop'd the Fruit wou'd all have richly paid.
But, ah th'Ungrate! when due Return he sought,
Harsh only were the Grapes, and wild it brought.
Of Weeds, and Shrubs, and Stones, he clear'd the Ground;
The noblest Vines he sought with nicest Care,
No niggard of his Cost, and planted there:
A lofty Turret rais'd, a Wine-press made,
And hop'd the Fruit wou'd all have richly paid.
But, ah th'Ungrate! when due Return he sought,
Harsh only were the Grapes, and wild it brought.
You, who in fair Jerusalem reside,
And who degen'rate Judah's remnant guide
With equal Votes betwixt us both decide!
What cou'd I do for my lov'd Vineyard more?
How have I there exhausted all my Store.
Ah, why have such unkind Returns been made,
No grateful Fruit my Cost and Care repaid!
—Well,—'tis resolv'd—no longer I'll delay
To fix its Doom: it's Hedge I'll take away,
And leave it to the brouzing Herd a Prey;
Trampled and trod, with Brambles cover'd o're
All waste, and curs'd—I'll prune it now more,
No more will dig the vitious Soil in vain,
The Clouds no more thereon shall waste their kindly Rain.
And who degen'rate Judah's remnant guide
With equal Votes betwixt us both decide!
What cou'd I do for my lov'd Vineyard more?
How have I there exhausted all my Store.
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No grateful Fruit my Cost and Care repaid!
—Well,—'tis resolv'd—no longer I'll delay
To fix its Doom: it's Hedge I'll take away,
And leave it to the brouzing Herd a Prey;
Trampled and trod, with Brambles cover'd o're
All waste, and curs'd—I'll prune it now more,
No more will dig the vitious Soil in vain,
The Clouds no more thereon shall waste their kindly Rain.
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The House of Israel God's lov'd Vineyard are,
Judah his Plant; How pleasant and how fair!
He look'd for Judgment, but Oppression found,
His Ears the Poor's Complaint did daily wound.
Judah his Plant; How pleasant and how fair!
He look'd for Judgment, but Oppression found,
His Ears the Poor's Complaint did daily wound.
Wo to th'Unjust, who lay their Neighbours waste,
Until alone the Mighty Robbers plac'd!
Wo to th'Intemp'rate, who with Morn arise,
And till the stooping Sun has left the Skies,
In Luxury and Wine consume the Day,
While at their Feasts the Harp and Tabret play:
But none regards, there's none that understands
The wond'rous Works of God's Almighty Hands,
As, useless like themselves th'Eternal Mind,
Were in the Circle of the Skies confin'd.
Until alone the Mighty Robbers plac'd!
Wo to th'Intemp'rate, who with Morn arise,
And till the stooping Sun has left the Skies,
In Luxury and Wine consume the Day,
While at their Feasts the Harp and Tabret play:
But none regards, there's none that understands
The wond'rous Works of God's Almighty Hands,
As, useless like themselves th'Eternal Mind,
Were in the Circle of the Skies confin'd.
Therefore my People are to Exile led,
And Hells unmeasurable Jaws are spread:
Their Glory and their Pomp must soon have End,
And thither all their Pride and short-liv'd Joy descend.
And Hells unmeasurable Jaws are spread:
Their Glory and their Pomp must soon have End,
And thither all their Pride and short-liv'd Joy descend.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |