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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CCLIX. Jonah, Chap. IV.
Jonah's Gourd, &c.
The
Prophet saw, and thus to God began,
(His Faith, the Saint, his Passions shew'd the Man,)
—And must I bear a base Impostor's Name?
This, this was what I fear'd before I came:
I knew thy Nature to Compassion prone,
To those indulgent who thy Pow'r disown:
How oft thou lett'st the sentenc'd Sinner live,
How slow to Wrath, how easie to forgive!
O take my Life—my hatred and disdain!
When Honour vanish'd Life itself's a Pain!
—Thus did Amittai's angry Son complain;
Then quits the Town, a leavy Booth he made,
And sate repos'd beneath its short-liv'd Shade:
—For soon the mid-day Beams with burning Heat,
Wither the Boughs, and on his Temples beat;
When God a Gourd of speedy Growth prepares,
Which o're his Head a pleasing Arbor rears;
Beneath whose verdant Canopy he lay,
Enjoy'd the Breez and shunn'd the scorching Day:
(His Faith, the Saint, his Passions shew'd the Man,)
—And must I bear a base Impostor's Name?
This, this was what I fear'd before I came:
I knew thy Nature to Compassion prone,
To those indulgent who thy Pow'r disown:
How oft thou lett'st the sentenc'd Sinner live,
How slow to Wrath, how easie to forgive!
O take my Life—my hatred and disdain!
When Honour vanish'd Life itself's a Pain!
—Thus did Amittai's angry Son complain;
Then quits the Town, a leavy Booth he made,
And sate repos'd beneath its short-liv'd Shade:
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Wither the Boughs, and on his Temples beat;
When God a Gourd of speedy Growth prepares,
Which o're his Head a pleasing Arbor rears;
Beneath whose verdant Canopy he lay,
Enjoy'd the Breez and shunn'd the scorching Day:
How ling'ring is our Pain! how short our Joys!
A feeble Worm the with'ring Gourd destroys.
A feeble Worm the with'ring Gourd destroys.
Arose the Sun with fierce and sultry Beams,
And pours directly down his golden Streams;
As on his burning Equinox he rides,
And equal Rays to both the Poles divides:
Enrag'd the fainting Prophet gasps for Breath,
His Gourd is gone, he asks the Shades of Death:
When thus that Goodness which the Best forbears,
And Sinners till full ripe for Vengeance spares;
And pours directly down his golden Streams;
As on his burning Equinox he rides,
And equal Rays to both the Poles divides:
Enrag'd the fainting Prophet gasps for Breath,
His Gourd is gone, he asks the Shades of Death:
When thus that Goodness which the Best forbears,
And Sinners till full ripe for Vengeance spares;
Can Jonah for a night-born Gourd lament,
And shall not God for Nineveh relent!
The Beasts themselves the common Makers Care,
Shou'd he regardless them forget to spare,
Myriads of Innocents wou'd plead for Mercy there.
And shall not God for Nineveh relent!
The Beasts themselves the common Makers Care,
Shou'd he regardless them forget to spare,
Myriads of Innocents wou'd plead for Mercy there.
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