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If I, a stranger, feel these soft emotions, I must approach the spot where he is laid, What must the mother who expos'd him Lest from the royal gardens any 'spy me: feel!
-Poor babe ! ere this the pressing calls of Go, fetch a woman of the Hebrew race, hunger
[waves, That she may nurse the babe : and, by her Have broke thy short repose ; the chilling garb,
Ere this have drench'd thy little shiv'ring Lo, such a one is here!
[sees ine! Mir.
Princess, all hail! What must my babe have suffer'd l-Noone Forgive the bold intrusion of thy servant, But soft, does no one listen !-Ah! how Who stands a charm'd spectator of thy hard, goodness.
How very hard for fondness to be prudent! Prin. I have redeem'd an infant from the Now is the moment to embrace and feed waves,
[She looks out. Whom I intend to nurture as mine own.
| Where's Miriam ? she has left her little Mir. My transports will betray me![aside. charge, Gen'rous Princess!
Perhaps through fear; perhaps she was dePrin. Know'st thou a matron of the He tected. brew race
How wild is thought ! how terrible conjecTo whom I may confide him ?
Well I know | A mother's fondness frames a thousand fears, A prudent matron of the house of Levi; With thrilling nerve feels every real ill, Her name Jochebed, is the wife of Amram; And shapes imagin'd miseries into being. Of gentle manners, fam'd throughout her
[ She looks towards the river. tribe For soft humanity; full well I know
Ah me! where is he? soul-distracting sight! That she will rear him with a mother's love,
He is not there--he's lost, he's gone, he's [ude. Oh truly spoke! a mother's love Toss'd by each beating surge my infant
Hoats. To her despairing arms I mean to give
Cold, cold, and wat'ry is thy grave, my child! This precious trust; the nurse shall be the one I see the ark mother!
10 n I see the ark--transporting sight! Prin. With speed conduct this matron
[She goes towards it. to the palace.
I have it here-Alas, the ark is empty! Yes, I will raise him up to princely great- | The casket's left, the precious gem is gone! ness,
You spar'd him, pitying spirits of the deep! And he shall be my son ; I'll have him train’d But vain your mercy; some insatiate beast, By choicest sages, in the deepest lore Cruel as Pharaoli, took the life you spar'dOi Egypt's sapient sons ;- his name be And I shall never, never see my boy!
Enter MIRIAM, ficod.
| Joch. come and lament with me thy bro
th r's loss! [They go out. She kneels.
Mir. Come and adore with me the God Thou Great unseen ! who causest gentle of Jacob! deeds,
Joch. Miriam—the child is dead! And smil'st on what thou causest; thus I Mir.
He lives! he lives ! bless thee,
Joch. Impossible-Oh, do not mock my That thou did'st deign consult the tender
[dain’dst See'st thou that empty vessel ? Of vielding human hearts, when thou or Mir.
From that vessel Humanity a virtue ! did'st not make it Th’Egyptian princess took him. A rigorous exercise to counteract
Pharaoh's daughter? Some strong desire within ; to war and fight then still he will be slain : a bloodier death Against the powers of Nature ; but did'st | Will terminate his woes. bend
His life is safe ; The nat'ral bias of the soul to mercy : For know, she means to rear him as her own. Then mad'st that mercy duty! Gracious Joch. [Falls on her knees in rapture. Power!
To God, the Lord, the glory be ascrib'd! Mad'st the keen rapture exquisite as right; O magnify'd forever be thy might Beyond the joys of sense; as pleasure sweet, Who mock'st all human forethought! who As reason vigorous, and as instinct strong! o'errulest
The hearts of all sinners to perform thy
work, PART III. .
Defeating their own purpose! who canst Enter JOCHEBED.
Unlook'd-for mercy in a heathen's heart, I've almost reach'd the place with cautious And from the depth of evil bring forth good? steps
Mir. O blest event, beyond our warmest When he is furnish'd 'gainst the evil day, hopes !
[a court, With God's whole armour, * girt with saJochi What! shall my son be nurtur'd in cred truth, In princeiy grandeur bred? 'taught every art And as a breastplate wearing righteousness, And ev'ry wondrous science Egypt knows? Arm'd with the Spirit of God, the shield of Yet ah! I tremble Miriam; should he learn, faith, With Egypt's polish'd arts her banetul faith! And with the helmet of salvation crown'd, ( worse exchange for death! yes, should he Inur'd to watching and dispos’d to prayer; learn
Then may I send him to a dangerous court, In yon proud palace to disown His hand and safely trust him in a perilous word, Who thus has sav'd him : should he e'er Too full of tempting snares and tond deluembrace
sions ! (As sure he will, if bred in Pharaoh's court) Mir. May bounteous Heav'n thy pious The gross idolatries which Egypt owns,
cares reward ! Her graven images, her brutish gods, Joch. O Amram ! O my husband! when Then shall I wish he had not been presery'd thou coni'st, To shame his fathers and deny his faith. Wearied at night, to rest thee from the toils Mir. Then to dispel thy fears and crown Impos'd by haughty Pharaoh, what a tale
[princess Have I to tell thee! Yes : thy darling son Hear farther wonders—Know, the gen'rous Was lost, and is restor'd; was dead, and To thine own care thy darling child com- lives! mits,
| Mir. How joyful sliall we spend the liveJoch. Speak, while my joy will give me long night leave to listen!
(me here, In praises to Jehovah ; who thus mocks Mir. By her commission'd, thou behold'st All human foresight, and converts the means To seek a matron of the Hebrew race Of seeming ruin into great deliverance ! To nurse him : thou, my mother, art that Joch. Had not my child been doom'd to matron.
(rear him, such strange perils I said I knew thee well; that thou wouldstAs a fond mother trembles to recal, E'en with a mother's fondness; she who bare He had not been preserv’d. him
And mark still farther; (I told the princess) would not love him Had he been sav'd by any other hand, Joch. Fountain of Mercy ! whose perva- He had been still expos'd to equal ruin. ding eye
| Joch. Then let us join to bless the hand Can look within and read what passes there. of Heaven, Accept my thoughts for thanks ! I have no That this poor outcast of the house of Israel, words.
Condemn'd to dic by Pharaoh, kept in seMy soul o'erfraught with gratitude, rejects cret The aid of Language-Lord ! behold my By my advent'rous foodness; then expos'd heart.
E’en by that very fondness which conceal'd Mir. Yes, thou shalt pour into his infant him, mind
Is now, to fill the wondrous round of mercy, The purest precepts of the purest faith. Preserv'd from perishing by Pharaoh's Joch., O! I will fill his tender soul with daughter,
[crush him. virtue,
Sav'd by the very hand which sought to - And warm his bosom with devotion's flame! Wise and unsearchable are all thy ways, Aid me celestial Spirit ! with thy grace, Thou God of Mercies-Lead me to my And be my labours with thy influence child. crown'd!
[Miriam, Without it they were vain. Then, then, my! • Thess. chap. 5. Ephes. chap. vi.
DAVID AND GOLIATH;
A SACRED DRAMA.
O bienheureux mille fois,
Il est orne des sa naissance;
The scene lies in the camp in the valley of Elah, and the adjacent plain. .
To man; to pour my grateful soul before
thee; SCENE-A shepherd's tent on a plain. To sing thy pow'r, thy wisdom, and thy David, under a spreading tree, plays on his 1. love, harp and sings.
And ev'ry gracious attribute ; to paint
shall I GREAT Lord of all things ! Pow'r divine! |(Though with long interval of worth) aspire Breathe on this eruing heart of mine | Toimitate the work of saints above,
Thy grace serene and pure; JOf Cherub and of Seraphim. My heart, Defend my frail, my erring youth,
My talents, all I am, and all I have,
Is thine, () Father! Gracious Lord, accept
Of slaughter'd bulls and goats sacrificial Teach me to bless my lowly lot,
| Thou hast refus'd : but lo, I come, U Lord! Confin'd to this paternal cot,
| Torothy will; the living sacrifice Remote from regal state !
10fan obedient beart I lay before thee : Content to court the cooling glade,
This humble off'ring more shall please thee, Inhale the breeze, enjoy the shade,
| Than horved bullocks, ceremonial rites,
fasts! No anxious vigils here I keep,
Yet those I too will keep ; but not in lieu No dreams of gold distract my sleep,
Of holiness substantial, inward worth; Nor lead my heart astray ; Nor blasting Envy's tainted gale
As commutation cheap for pious deeds Pollutes the pleasures of the vale,
And purity of life, but as the types
(t better things ; as fair external signs To vex my harmıless day.
Of inward holiness and secret truth.
But see, my father, good old Jessè comes ! Yon tow'r which rears its head so high,
To cheer the setting evening of whose life, And bids defiance to the sky,
Content, a simple shepherd here I dwell, Invites the hostile winds :
Though Israel is in arms; and royal Saul, Yon branching oak extending wide, Provokes destruction by its pride,
| Encamp'd in yonder field, defies Philistia. And courts the fall it finds.
Jesse. Blest be the gracious pow'r who Then let me shun th' ambitious deed,
gave my age And all the dang 'rous paths which lead To boast a son like thee! Thou art the staff
To honours falsely won; | Which props my bending years, and makes Lord ! in thy sure protection blest,
me bear Submissive will I ever rest,
The heary burden of declining age And may thy will be done! With tund complacence. How unlike thy [He lays doron his harp and rises. fate, David. Methinks this shepherds life were lo venerable Eli! But two sons, dull and tasteless
But only two to gild the dim remains Without the charm of soothing song or harp: Of life's departing day, and bless thy age, With it, not undelightful is the haunt | And both were curses to thee! Witness, Of wood, or lonely grove, or russet plain, Heaven, Made vocal by the Muse. With this lov'd In all the cruel catalogue of pains harp,
Humanity turns o'er, it there be one This daily solace of my cares, I sooth'd So terrible to human tenderness The melancholy monarch, when he lay As an unnatural child! Smit by the chill and spirit-quenching hand David, O! my lov'd father! Of black despair, God of my fathers, hear Long may'st thou live, in years and honours me!
rich; Here I devote my harp, my verse, myself, To taste and to communicate the joys,
To thy best service! gladly to proclaim The thousand fond endearing charities, Gry to God on high, on earth good-will JOf tenderness domestic; Nature's best VOL. I.
And loveliest gift, with which she well| By one man's crime, by one man's lust of atones
pow'r, The niggard boon of fortune.
Unpeopled! Ravag'd fields assume the place Jesse,
O! my son! Of smiling harvests, and uncultur'd plains Of all the graces wlaich adorn thy youth, Succeed the fertile vineyard; barren wasie J, with a father's fondness, must commend Deforms the spot once rich with luscious fig Thy try'd humility. For though the seer And the fat olive. -Devastation reigns. Pourd 'on thy chosen head, the sacred oil | Here, rified temples are the cavern’d deus In sign of future greatness, in sure pledge Of savage beasts, or haunt of birds obscene: Of highest dignity, yet here thou dwell'st There, pop'lous cities blacken in the sun, Content with toil and careless of repose; And, in the gen’ral wreck, proud palaces And (harder still for an ingenuous mind) Lie undistinguish'd save by ihe dun smoke Content to be obscure ; content to watch, Of recent conflagration. When the song With careful eye, thine humble father's Of dear-bought joy, with many a triumph flock!
swellid, ( earthly emblem of celestial things! Salutes the victor's ear, and soothes his So Israel's shepherd watches o'er his fold: | pride, The weak ones in his fost’ring bosom bears: How is the grateful harmony profand And gently leads in his sustaining hand, With the sad dissonance of virgins'cries, The feeble ones with young.
Who mourn their brothers slain ! of matrons David. Know'st thou, my father, hoar, Aught from the field ? for though so near Who clasp their wither'd hands, and fondly the camp,
ask, Though war's proud ensigns stream on yon-With iteration shrill, their slaughter'd sons! der plain,
How is the laurel's verdure stain'd with And all Philistia's swarming hosts encamp, blood, Oppos'd to royal Saul, beneath whose ban- | And soild with widows'tears! ners
David. Thrice mournful truth! My brothers lift the spear-I have not left Yet when our country's sacred rights are My fleecy charge, by thee committed to menac'd; me,
Her firm foundations shaken to their base; To learn the various fortunes of the war. When all we love, and all that we revere, Jesse. And wisely hast thou done. Thrice Our hearths and altars, children, parents, happy realm,
wives, Whoshall submit one day to his command Our liberties and laws; the throne they Who can so well obey! Obedience leads guard,
[my father! To certain honours. Not the tow’ring wing Are scorn'd and trampl’d on-then, then, Of eagle-plum'd ambition mounts so surely 'Tis then Religion's voice; then God hiniTo fortune's highest summit, as obedience.'' selt
[A distant sound of trumpets. Commands us to defend his injur'd name, But why that sudden arcour, o my soni? | And think the vict'ry cheaply bouglit with That trumpet's sound (though so remote its life.
l’T were then inglorious weakness, mean selWe hardly catch the echo as it dies) To lie inactive, when the stirring voice Has rous'd the mantling crimson in thy Of the shrill trumpet wakes the patriot cheek,
youth, Kindled the martial spirit in thine eve; And, with heroic valour, bids them dare And my young shepherd feels an hero's The foul idolatrous bands, e'en to the death. fire!
Jesse, God and thy country claim the lite David. Thou hast not told the posture of they gave; the war,
No other cause can sanctify resentment. And much my beating bosom pants to hear. David. Sure virtuous friendship is a noble Jesse. Uncertain is the fortune of the cause ! field.
O were the princely Jonathan in danger, I tremble for thy brothers, thus expos'd How would I die, well pleas'd, in his deTo constant peril; nor for them alone
(boy Does the quick feeling agonize my heart. When, 'twas long since, then but a stripling I feel for all !-I mourn, that ling’ring War I made short sojourn in bis father's palice, Still hangs his banner o'er my native land, (At first to soothe his troubled mind with Belov'd Jerusalem! O War! what art thou ?! song, At once the proof and scourge of man's His armour-bearer next) I well remember fall’n state!
The gracious bounties of the gallant prince, After the brightest conquest, what appears How would he sit, attentive to my strain, Of all thy glories for the vanquish'd, While to my harp I sung the harmless joys chains!
Which crown a shepherd's life! How would For the proud victor, what? Alas! to. he cry, reign
Bless'd youth! far happier in thy natise O'er desolatel nations! a drear waste,
Far richer in the talent Heav'n has lent From splendid actions high renown will thee,
[brow. spring. Than if a crown hung o'er thy anxious Such is the usual course of human things; The jealous monarch mark'd our growing For Wisdom Infinite permits, that thus friendship;
Chim, Effects to causes be proportionate, And as my favour grew with those about And nat'ral ends by hat'ral means achiev'd. His royal bounty lessen'd, till at length, But in the future estimate which Heaven For Bethl'hem's safer shades I left the court. Will make of thing's terrestrial, know, my Nor would these alter'd features now be son, known,
That no inferior blessing is reserv'd Grown into manly strength; nor this chang'd For the mild passive virtues: meek content, form,
| Heroic self-denial, nobler far Enlarg'd with age, and clad in russet weed. Than all th' achievements noisy Fame reJesse. I have employment for thee, my ports, lor'd son!
When her shrill trump proclaims the proud Will please thy active spirit. Go, my boy! success Haste to the field of war, to yonder camp, Which desolates the nations. But, on earth, Where in the vale of Elah mighty Saul. These are not always prosperous-mark the Commands the hosts of Israel, Greet thy cause: brothers; '
(well, Eternal Justice keeps them for the bliss Observe their deeds, note their demeanor Of final recompence, for the dread day And mark if on their actions Wisdom waits. Of gen’ral retribution. O, my son ! Bear to them too (for well the waste of war The ostentatious virtues which still press Will make it needful) such plain heathful For notice and for praise; the brilliant deeds viands
Which live but in the eye of observation, As furnish out our frugal shepherd's meal. These have their mecd at once. But there's And to the valiant captain of their host
a joy Present such rural gifts at suit our fortune: (To the fond votaries of Fame unknown, Heap'd on the board within my tent thou'll To hear the still small voice of Conscience find them.
I speak David. With joy I'll bear thy presents to Its whisp'ring plaudit to the silent soul. my brothers;
Heaven notes the sigh afflicted Goodness And to the valiant captain of their host
heaves; The rural gifts thy gratitude assigns him. Hears the low plaint by human ear unheard, Delightful task!- for I shall view the camp! And from the check of patient Sorrow wipes What transport to behold the tented field, The tear, by mortal eye unseen or scorn'd. The pointed spear, the blaze of shields and David. As Hermon's dews their grateful arms,
freshness slied, And all the proud accoutrements of war! And cheer the herbage, and the flow'rs reBut, oh! far dearer transport would it yield. new, me,
So do thy words a quickening balın infuse, Could this right arm alone avenge the cause And grateful sink in my delighted soul. Of injur'd Israel! could my single death Jesse. Go then, my child! and may the Preserve the guiltless thousands doom'd to gracious God bleed!
Who bless'd our fathers, bless my much Jesse. Let not thy youth be dazzled, o . my son!
David. Farewell, my father!-and of With deeds of bold emprize, as valour only this be sure, Were virtue, and the gentle arts of peace, That not one precept from thy honour'd lips Of truth, and justice, were not worth thy Shall fall by me unnotic'd; not one grace, care.
[war, One venerable virtue which adorns When thou shall view the splendors of the Thy daily life, but I, with watchful care The gay caparison, the burnish'd shield, And due observance, will ini mine transplant The plume-crown'd helmet, and the glit-| it.
[Erit David. t'ring spear,
Jesse. He's gone! and still my aching Scorn not the humble virtues of the shade, eyes pursue Nor think that Heav'n views only with ap- And strain their orbs still longer to behold
plause The rctive merit and the busy toil
Oh! who can tell when I may next embrace Of hemes, statesmen, and the bustling sons him? Of public care. These have their just re-Who can declare the counsels of the Lord?
[fame Oriebenthe moment preordain'd by Hear'n In wealth, in honours, and the well-earnid To fill his great designs, may come? This Their high achievements bring. 'Tis in this son, view
This blessing of my age, is set apart That virtue is her proper recompence : For high exploits; the chosen instrument Wealth, as its natural consequence, will flow Of all-disposing Heav'n for mighty deeds. from industry : toil with success is crown'd: Still I recall the day, and to my mind