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 |  |
CV. Judges, Chap. XI. from Ver. 30. to Ver. 39.
Ammon discomfited. Jephtha's Vow.
Glad Israel rose and shouted for the Fight:
Between both Armies valiant Jephthah ran,
His Spear to Heav'n he rais'd, and thus began;
“So may my Arms the God of Battles bless,
“And grant his own lov'd Israel wish'd Success;
“As when from War with Conquest I return,
“What e're I meet, a Sacrifice shall burn.
The spatious Plain now grows a narrow Line,
The lost Forlorns engage, the Battles joyn:
Heaps upon Heaps accursed Ammon's slain,
But fresh Reserves the tott'ring Fight sustain:
Till Jephtha's Guards, their General at their Head,
Charg'd their unwieldy Gross, which bent and fled:
Their Main dispers'd, the Wings no longer stood,
The rest was Carnage all, a Field of Blood.
The lost Forlorns engage, the Battles joyn:
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But fresh Reserves the tott'ring Fight sustain:
Till Jephtha's Guards, their General at their Head,
Charg'd their unwieldy Gross, which bent and fled:
Their Main dispers'd, the Wings no longer stood,
The rest was Carnage all, a Field of Blood.
But, ah! how short are wretched Mortals Joys!
This Moment gives 'em, and the next destroys:
How dear must what he wins, brave Jephtha cost?
How oft he'll rather wish his Life he had lost?
Swift Fame did his desir'd Return prevent,
And with her Silver Trump before him went:
An only Daughter Heav'n the Hero lent,
A lov'd, an only Child, as chast as fair,
She did her Father's Soul and Virtues share:
Her Country's Love and Duty made her fly
To Joy him of his mournful Victory:
—He saw the Maid, and like a Statue stood,
Pale was his alter'd Face, congeal'd his Blood:
“—My Daughter!—longer mine, alas! no more!
“Thy cruel Duty we must both deplore:
“Th'irrevocable Word to God is past,
“Thou now art his, this Day must be thy last!
Thus he; unmov'd and calm her Doom she hears,
Her charming Eyes alone are free from Tears:
When Israel's safe, her Death she scorns to grieve,
And only asks, submiss, a short Reprieve:
Sadly he grants, two wexing Moons she stay'd,
Then his hard Vow's fulfill'd on the devoted Maid.
This Moment gives 'em, and the next destroys:
How dear must what he wins, brave Jephtha cost?
How oft he'll rather wish his Life he had lost?
Swift Fame did his desir'd Return prevent,
And with her Silver Trump before him went:
An only Daughter Heav'n the Hero lent,
A lov'd, an only Child, as chast as fair,
She did her Father's Soul and Virtues share:
Her Country's Love and Duty made her fly
To Joy him of his mournful Victory:
—He saw the Maid, and like a Statue stood,
Pale was his alter'd Face, congeal'd his Blood:
“—My Daughter!—longer mine, alas! no more!
“Thy cruel Duty we must both deplore:
“Th'irrevocable Word to God is past,
“Thou now art his, this Day must be thy last!
Thus he; unmov'd and calm her Doom she hears,
Her charming Eyes alone are free from Tears:
When Israel's safe, her Death she scorns to grieve,
And only asks, submiss, a short Reprieve:
Sadly he grants, two wexing Moons she stay'd,
Then his hard Vow's fulfill'd on the devoted Maid.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |