And ere the guards to seize their victim rush'd, Tell me, thou lovest me still ;-haste, Javan, mark The youth was pleading, every breath was hush'd; How high those ruffians pile the fagots,-hark, Pale, but undauntedly, he faced his foes;

How the flames crackle, see, how fierce they glare, Warm as he spoke his kindling spirit rose;

Like fiery serpents hissing through the air. Well pleased, on him the Patriarch-fathers smiled, Farewell; I fear them not.-Now seize me, bind And every mother loved him as her child.

These willing limbs.-ye cannot touch the mind:

Unawed, I stand on Nature's failing brink: “ Monarch ! to thee no traitor, here I stand;

|-Nay, look not on me, Javan, lest I shrink; These are my brethren, this my native land ;

Give me thy prayers, but turn away thine eye, My native land, by sword and fire consumed,

That I may lift my soul to Heaven, and die."
My brethren captive, and to death foredoom'd;

Thus Zillah raved in passionate distress,
To these indeed a rebel in my youth,
A fugitive apostate from the truth,

Till frenzy soften'd into tenderness;
Too late repentant, I confess my crime,

Sorrow and love, with intermingling grace, And mourn o'er lost irrevocable time.

Terror and beauty, lighten'd o'er her face; -When from thy camp by conscience urged to flee. Her voice, her eye, in every soul was felt, I plann'd no wrong, I laid no snare for thee:

And Giant-hearts were moved, unwont to melt. Did I provoke these sons of innocence,

Javan, in wonder, pity, and delight, Against thine arms to rise, in vain defenco ?

Almost forgot his being at the sight; No; I conjured them, ere this threaten'd hour,

That bending form, those suppliant accents, seem In sheltering forests to escape thy power.

The strange illusions of a lover's dream; Firm in their rectitude, they scorn'd to fly;

And while she clung upon his arm, he found Thy foes they were not,--they resolved to die.

His limbs, his lips, as by enchantment bound; Yet think not thou, amidst thy warlike bands,

He dare not touch her, lest the charm should break They lie beyond redemption in thine hands :

He dare not move, lest he himself should wake. The God in whom they trust may help them still, They know he can deliver, and HE WILL:

But when she ceased to speak and he to hear, Whether by life or death, afflicts them not,

The silence startled him ;-cold, shivering fear On His decree, not thine, they rest their lot.

Crept o'er his nerves ;-in thought he cast his eye For me, unworthy with the just to share

Back on the world, and heaved a bitter sigh, Death or deliverance, this is Javan's prayer:

Thus from life's sweetest pleasures to be torn, Mercy, O God! to these in life be shown,

Just when he seem'd to new existence born, I die rejoicing, if I die alone.”

And cease to feel, when feeling ceased to be

A fever of protracted misery, “Thou shalt not die alone," a voice replied,

And cease to love, when love no more was pain :

"T was but a pang of transient weakness :-“ Vain A well-known voice—'t was Zillah at his side;

Are all thy sorrows," falteringly he said ; She, while he spake, with eagerness to hear,

“ Already I am number'd with the dead; Step after step, unconsciously drew near;

But long and blissfully may Zillah live!
Her bosom with severe compunction wrung,
Pleased or alarm'd, on every word she hung.

-And canst thou • Javan's cruel scorn' forgive ?

And wilt thou mourn the poor transgressor's death, He turn'd his face ;-with agonizing air, In all the desolation of despair,

Who says, “I love thee,' with his latest breath?

And when thou think'st of days and years gone by, She stood; her hands to heaven uplift and claspt,

Will thoughts of Javan sometimes swell thine eye? Then suddenly unloosed, his arm she grasp'd,

Ah! while I wither'd in thy chilling frown, And thus, in wild apostrophes of woe,

"T was easy then to lay life's burthen down ; Vented her grief while tears refused to flow.

When singly sentenced to these flames, my mind

Gloried in leaving all I loved behind. "Oh, I have wrong'd thee, Javan —Let us be How hast thou triumph'd o'er me in this hour! Espoused in death :-No, I will die for thee. One look has crush'd my soul's collected power : -Tyrant! behold thy victim; on my head

Thy scorn I might endure, thy pride defy. Be all the bitterness of vengeance shed,

But 0 thy kindness makes it hard to die!" But spare the innocent; let Javan live, Whose crime was love :-Can Javan too forgive | “Then we will die together." - Zillah! no, Love's lightest, fondest weakness, maiden shame, Thou shalt not perish ; let me, let me go; -It was not pride,that hid my bosom-flame? Behold thy parents! calm thy father's fears: And wilt thou mourn the poor transgressor's death, Thy mother weeps; canst thou resist her tears?" Who says, • I love thee,' with her latest breath? And when thou think'st of days and years gone by, “Away with folly!” in tremendous tone, Will thoughts of Zillah sometimes swell thine eye? Exclaim'd a voice more horrid than the groan If ever thou hast cherish'd in thine heart

of famish'd tiger leaping on his prey; Visions of hope in which I bore a part;

-Crouch'd at the monarch's feet the speaker lay ; If ever thou hast long'd with me to share

But starting up, in his ferocious mien One home-born joy, one home-endearing care; That monarcb's ancient foster-sire was seen, If thou didst ever love me ;-speak the word, The goat-herd,-he who snatch'd him from the flood, Which late with feign'd indifferency I heard; The sorcerer who nursed him up to blood :

Who, still his evil genius, fully bent

There build a tower, whose spiral top shall rise, On one bold purpose, went where'er he went; Circle o'er circle, lessening to the skies; That purpose, long in his own bosom sealid, The stars, thy brethren, in their spheres shall stand, Ripe for fulfilment now, he thus revealid.

To hail thee welcome to thy native land;
Full in the midst he rush'd; alarm'd, aghast, The moon shall clasp thee in her glad embrace,
Giants and captives trembled as he pass'd,

The sun behold his image in thy face,
For scarcely seem'd he of the sons of earth; And call thee, as his offspring and his heir,
Unchronicled the hour that gave him birth; His throne, his empire, and his orb, to share.”
Though shrunk his cheek, his temples deeply plow'd,
Keen was his vulture-eye, his strength unbow'd;

Rising, and turning his terrific head,
Swarthy his features ; venerable grey,

That chill'd beholders, thus the enchanter said : His beard dishevellid o'er his bosom lay:

–“ Prepare, prepare the piles of sacrifice, Bald was his front; but white as snow behind

The power that rules on earth shall rule the skies ; His ample locks were scatter'd to the wind;

Hither, O) chiefs! the captive Patriarchs bring, Naked he stood, save round his loins a zone

And pour their blood an offering to your king; Of shagged fur, and o'er his shoulders thrown

He, like his sire the sun, in transient clouds, A serpent's skin, that cross'd his breast, and round

His veil'd divinity from mortals shrouds, His body thrice in glittering volumes wound.

Too pure to shine till these his foes are slain,

And conquer'd Paradise hath crown'd his reign. All gazed with horror-deep unutter'd thought Haste, heap the fallen cedars on the pyres, In every muscle of his visage wrought;

And give the victims living to the fires : His eye, as if his eye could see the air,

Shall He, in whom they vainly trust, withstand Was fixd: up-writhing rose his horrent hair; Your sovereign's wrath, or pluck them from his hand ? His limbs grew dislocate, convulsed his frame; We dare him ;-if He saves his servants now, Deep from his chest mysterious noises came; To Him let every knee in Nature bow, Now purring, hissing, barking, then they swell’d For He is God" at that most awful name, To hideous dissonance; he shriek'd, he yellid, A spasm of horror wither'd up his frame, As if the Legion-fiend his soul possess'd,

Even as he stood and look'd ;-he looks, he stands, And a whole hell were worrying in his breast; With heaven-defying front, and clenched hands, Then down he dash'd himself on earth, and rollid

And lips half-open'd, eager from his breast In agony, till powerless, stiff, and cold,

To bolt the blasphemy, by force represt; With face upturn'd to Heaven, and arms outspread, For not in feign'd abstraction, as before, A ghastly spectacle, he lay as dead;

He practised foul deceit by damned lore; The living too stood round like forms of death,

A frost was on his nerves, and in his veins And every pulse was hush'd, and every breath.

| A fire, consuming with infernal pains ;

Conscious, though motionless, his limbs were grown; Meanwhile the wind arose, the clouds were driven Alive to suffering, but alive in stone. In wat'ry masses through the waste of Heaven, The groaning woods foretold a tempest nigh,

In silent expectation, sore amazed, And silent lightning skirmish'd in the sky.

The king and chieftains on the sorcerer gazed ;

Awhile no sound was heard, save through the woods, Ere long the wizard started from the ground, The wind deep-thundering, and the dashing floods : Giddily reel'd, and look'd bewilder'd round, At length, with solemn step, amidst the scene, Till on the king he fix'd his hideous gaze ; Where that false prophet show'd his frantic mien, Then rapt with ecstacy and broad amaze,

Where lurid flames from green-wood altars burn'd, He kneel'd in adoration, humbly bow'd

Enoch stood forth ;-on him all eyes were turn'd; His face upon his hands, and cried aloud;

O'er his dim form and saintly visage fell Yet so remote and strange his accents fell,

The light that glared upon that priest of hell. They seem'd the voice of an invisible :

Unutterably awful was his look ; - Hail! king and conqueror of the peopled earth, Through every joint the Giant-monarch shook ; And more than king and conqueror! Know thy birth: Shook, like Belshazzar, in his festive hall, Thou art a ray of uncreated fire,

When the hand wrote his judgment on the wall;' The sun himself is thy celestial sire;

Shook, like Eliphaz, with dissolving fright,
The moon thy mother, who to me consign'd In thoughts amidst the visions of the night,
Her babe in secrecy, to bless mankind.

When as the spirit pass'd before his face,
These eyes have watch'd thee rising, year by year, Nor limb nor lineament his eye could trace;
More great, more glorious, in thine high career. A form of mystery, that chill'd his blood,
As the young eagle plies his growing wings

Close at his couch, in living terror stood,
In bounded flights, and sails in wider rings,

And death-like silence, till a voice more drear, Till to the fountain of meridian day,

More dreadful than the silence, reach'd his ear: Fall plumed and perfected, he soars away ;

Thus from surrounding darkness Enoch brake, Thus have I mark'd thee, since thy course begun, And thus the Giant trembled while he spake. Sall upward tending to thy sire the sun : Now midway meet him; from yon flaming height, Chase the vain phantoms of cherubic light; 1 1 Dan. v, v. 1-31.

2 Job, iv, v. 12–21.


The kings thy sword had slain, the mighty dead,
Start from their thrones at thy descending tread;

They ask in scom, Destroyer! is it thus?
The Prophecy of Enoch concerning the Sorcerer, the Art thou,—thou too,--become like one of us?
King, and the Flood.-His translation to Heaven. Torn from the feast of music, wine, and mirth,
-The Conclusion.

The worms thy covering, and thy couch the earth :
How art thou fallen from thine ethereal height,

Son of the morning! sunk in endless night : “The Lord is jealous -He, who reigns on high,

How art thou fall’n, who saidst in pride of soul, Upholds the earth, and spreads abroad the sky;

I will ascend above the starry pole, His voice the moon and stars by night obey,

Thence rule the adoring nations with my nod, He sends the sun his servant forth by day:

And set my throne above the Mount of God! From Him all beings came, on Him depend,

Spilt in the dust, thy blood pollutes the ground; To Him return, their Author, Sovereign, End.

Sought by the eyes that fear'd thee, yet not found; Who shall destroy when He would save? or stand,

Thy chieftains pause, they turn thy relics o'er, When He destroys, the stroke of his right hand ?

Then pass thee by,for thou art known no more. With none his name and power will He divide,

Hail to thine advent! Potentate, in hell, For He is God, and there is none beside.

Unfear'd, unflatter'd, undistinguish'd, dwell; “ The proud shall perish :-mark how wild his air

On earth thy fierce ambition knew no rest, In impotence of malice and despair!

A worm, a flame for ever in thy breast; What frenzy fires the bold blasphemer's cheek!

Here feel the rage of unconsuming fire, He looks the curses which he cannot speak.

Intense, eternal, impotent desire; A hand hath touch'd him that he once defied;

Here lie, the deathless worm's unwasting prey, Touch'd, and for ever crush'd him in his pride:

In chains of darkness till the judgment-day.'
Yet shall he live, despised as fear'd before ;
The great deceiver shall deceive no more ;

“ Thus while the dead thy fearful welcome sing, Children shall pluck the beard of him whose arts

Thy living slaves bewail their vanish'd king. Palsied the boldest hands, the stoutest hearts;

Then, though thy reign with infamy expire, His vaunted wisdom fools shall laugh to scorn,

Fulfill'd in death shall be thy vain desire; When muttering spells, a spectacle forlorn,

The traitors, reeking with thy blood, shall swear A drivelling idiot, he shall fondly roam

They saw their sovereign ravish'd through the air, From house to house, and never find a home.”

And point thy star revolving o'er the night,

A baleful comet with portentous light, The wizard heard his sentence, nor remain'd

'Midst clouds and storms denouncing from afar A moment longer; from his trance unchain'd,

Famine and havoc, pestilence and war. He plunged into the woods ;-the Prophet then

Temples, not tombs, thy monuments shall be, Turn'd, and took up his parable again.

And altars blaze on hills and groves to thee;

A pyramid shall consecrate thy crimes, “The proud shall perish:-monarch! know thy doom:

Thy name and honors, to succeeding times ; Thy bones shall lack the shelter of a tomb;

There shall thine image hold the highest place Not in the battle-field thine eyes shall close,

Among the gods of man's revolted race!
Slain upon thousands of thy slaughter'd foes;
Not on the throne of empire, nor the bed

“That race shall perish :-Men and Giants, all Of weary Nature, thou shalt bow thine head :

Thy kindred and thy worshippers shall fall. Death lurks in ambush ; Death, without a name,

The babe, whose life with yesterday began, Shall pluck thee from thy pinnacle of fame;

May spring to youth, and ripen into man; At eve, rejoicing o'er thy finish'd toil,

But ere his locks are tinged with fading grey, Thy soul shall deem the universe her spoil ;

This world of sinners shall be swept away.
The dawn shall see thy carcass cast away,

Jehovah lifts his standard to the skies,
The wolves at sunrise slumber on their prey. Swift at the signal winds and vapors rise ;
Cut from the living, whither dost thou go?

The sun in sackcloth veils his face at noon,
Hades is moved to meet thee from below;'

The stars are quench'd, and turn'd to blood the moon.

Heaven's fountains open, clouds dissolving roll 1 This passage, the reader will perceive, is an imitation of In mingled cataracte from pole to pole. some verses in the fourteenth Chapter of the Prophecy of Isaiah, Earth's central sluices burst, the hills uptorn, which are applied to the fall of the King of Babylon. The fol In rapid whirlpools down the gulf are borne: lowing extract from Bishop Lowth's note on the original will | The voice that tanght the Deep his bounds to know elucidate the paraphrase." The regions of the Dead are laid.

*Thus far, O Sea! nor farther shalt thou go,'open, and Hades is represented as rousing up the shades of the departed monarchs; they rise from their thrones to meet the King of Babylon at his coming; and insult him on his being reduced to the same low state of impotence and dissolution with which there are cells to receive the dead bodies : bere the de themselves. * * * * * The image of the state of the Dead, or ceased monarchs lie in a distinguished sort of state, suitable to the Infernum Poeticum of the Hebrewe, is taken from their cus-their former rank, each on his own couch, with his arms beside tom of burying, those at least of the highest rank, in large sep-him. his sword at his head, and the bodies of his chiefs and ulchral vaults hewn in the rock Of this kind of sepulchres there companions around him. **These illustrious shades rise are remains at Jerusalem now extant; and some that are said at once from their couches, as from their thrones; and advance to be the sepulchres of the kinge of Judah. See Maundrell, p. to the entrance of the cavern to meet the King of Babylon, and 76. You are to form to yourself the idea of an immense subter- to receive him with insults on his fall."--Lowth's Isaiak, ck. raneous vault, a vast gloomy cavern, all round the sides of 'xiv, v. 9, et seq.

Sends forth the floods, commission'd to devour, And sudden glory, streaming round his head,
With boundless license and resistless power; O'er all his robes with lambent lustre spread;
They own no impulse but the tempest's sway, His earthly features grew divinely bright,
Nor find a limit but the light of day..

His essence seem'd transforming into light.

Brief silence, like the pause between the flash, * The vision opens :-sunk beneath the wave, At midnight, and the following thunder-crash, The guilty share an universal grave:

Ensued :-Anon, with universal cry, One wilderness of water rolls in view,

The Giants rush'd upon the prophet-"Die !" And heaven and ocean wear one turbid hue; The king leapt foremost from his throne ;-he drew Still stream unbroken torrents from the skies, His battle-sword, as on his mark he flew; Higher beneath the inundations rise ;

With aim unerring, and tempestuous sound, A lurid twilight glareg athwart the scene,

The blade descended deep along the ground; Low thunders peal, faint lightnings flash between. The foe was fled, and, self-o'erwhelm'd, his strength -Methinks I see a distant vessel ride,

Hurl'd to the earth his Atlantean length; A lonely object on the shoreless tide;

But ere his chiefs could stretch the helping arm, Within whose ark the innocent have found

He sprang upon his feet in pale alarm; Safety, while stay'd Destruction ravens round;

Headlong and blind with rage he search'd around, Thus, in the hour of vengeance, God, who knows But Enoch walk'd with God, and was not found. His servants, spares them, while he smites his foes.

Yet where the captives stood, in holy awe, « Eastward I turn-o'er all the deluged lands,

Rapt on the wings of cherubim, they saw Unshaken yet, a mighty mountain stands,

Their sainted sire ascending through the night; Where Seth, of old, his flock to pasture led,

He turn'd his face to bless them in his flight; And watch'd the stars at midnight, from its head;

Then vanish'd :-Javan caught the prophet's eye, An island now, its dark majestic form

And snatch'd his mantle falling from the sky; Scowls through the thickest ravage of the storm; O'er him the Spirit of the Prophet came, While on its top, the monument of fame,

Like rushing wind awakening hidden flame: Built by thy murderers to adorn thy name,

“Where is the God of Enoch now?” he cried : 1 Defies the shock; a thousand cubits high,

“Captives, come forth! Despisers, shrink aside." The sloping pyramid ascends the sky.

He spake, and bursting through the Giant-throng, Thither, their latest refuge in distress,

Smote with the mantle as he moved along; Like hunted wolves, the rallying Giants press;

A power invisible their rage controllid, Round the broad base of that stupendous tower, Hither and thither as he turn'd they rollid; The shuddering fugitives collect their power, Unawed, unharm'd, the ransom'd prisoners pass'd Cling to the dizzy Cliff, o'er ocean bend,

| Through ranks of foes astonished and aghast : And howl with terror as the deeps ascend.

Close in the youth's conducting steps they trod The mountain's strong foundations still endure, |--So Israel march'd when Moses raised his rod, The heights repel the surge-Awhile secure,

And led their host, enfranchised, through the wave, And cheer'd with frantic hope, thy votaries climb The people's safeguard, the pursuers' grave. The fabric, rising step by step sublime. Beyond the clouds they see the summit glow

Thus from the wolves this little flock was torn, In heaven's pure daylight, o'er the gloom below; And sheltering in the mountain-caves till morn, There too thy worshipp'd image shines like fire, They join'd to sing, in strains of full delight, In the full glory of thy fabled sire.

Songs of deliverance through the dreary night. They hail the omen, and with heart and voice,

The Giants' frenzy, when they lost their prey, Call on thy name, and in thy smile rejoice : False omen! on thy name in vain they call;

No tongue of man or angel might portray :

First on their idol-gods their vengeance turn'd, Fools in their joy ;-a moment, and they fall.

| Those gods on their own altar-piles they burn'd; Rent by an earthquake of the buried plain, And shaken by the whole disrupted main,

Then, at their sovereign's mandate, sallied forth

To rouse their host to combat, from the north ; The mountain trembles on its failing base,

Eager to risk their uttermost emprize,
It slides, it stoops, it rushes from its place;
From all the Giants bursts one drowning cry;

Perish ere morn, or reign in Paradise.
Hark! 't is thy name-they curse it as they die;

Now the slow tempest, that so long had lower'd, Sheer to the lowest gulf the pile is hurl'd,

Keen in their faces sleet and hailstones shower'd;

The winds blew loud, the waters roar'd around, The last sad wreck of a devoted world.

An earthquake rock'd the agonizing ground; * So fall transgressors :-Tyrant! now fulfil

Red in the west the burning mount, array'd

With tenfold terror hy incumbent shade
Thy secret purposes, thine utmost will;
Here crown thy triumphs :-life or death decree,

(For moon and stars were wrapt in dunnest gloom), The weakest here disdains thy power and thee."

Glared like a torch amidst creation's tomb: Thus when the Patriarch ceased, and every ear 1" And he (Elisha) took the mantle of Elijah that fell from Still listen'd in suspense of hope and fear,

him, and emote the waters (of Jordan), and said, -Where is

the Lord God of Elijah !--and when he had smitten the waters, Sublime, ineffable, angelic grace

they parted hither and thither; and Elisha went over." II. Beam'd in his meek and venerable face;

| Kings, ii, v. 14.

So Sinai's rocks were kindled when they felt When through the Assyrian army, like a blast, Their Maker's footstep, and began to melt; At midnight, the destroying angel pass’d, Darkness was his pavilion, when He came,

The tyrant that defied the living God,
Hid in the brightness of descending flame,

Precipitately thus his steps retrod;
While storm, and whirlwind, and the trumpet's blast, Even by the way he came, to his own land,
Proclaim'd his law in thunder, as he pass'd.

Return'd to perish by his offspring's hand.'

So fled the Giant-monarch-but unknown The Giants reach'd their camp:the night's alarms

The hand that smote his life he died alone; Meanwhile had startled all their slaves to arms;

Amidst the tumult treacherously slain, They grasp'd their weapons as from sleep they sprang,

wey sprung, At morn his chieftains sought their lord in vain, From tent to tent the brazen clangor rang :

Then, reckless of the harvest of their toils, The hail, the earthquake, the mysterious light

Their camp, their captives, all their treasured spoils, Unnerved their strength, o'erwhelm'd them with

Renew'd their flight o'er eastern hills afar, affright.

With life alone escaping from that war, “Warriors! to battle-summon all your powers;

In which their king had hail'd his realm complete, Warriors ! to conquest-Paradise is ours !”

The world's last province bow'd beneath his feet. Exclaim'd their monarch:not an arm was raised; In vacancy of thought, like men amazed, And lost amidst confounding dreams, they stood,

As, when the waters of the flood declined, With palsied eyes, and horror-frozen blood.

Rolling tumultuously before the wind, The Giants' rage to instant madness grew;

The proud waves shrunk from low to lower beds, The king and chiefs on their own legions flew, And high the hills and higher raised their heads, Denouncing vengeance ;-then had all the plain Till ocean lay, enchased with rock and strand, Been heap'd with myriads by their leaders slain; As in the hollow of the Almighty's hand, But ere a sword could fall,—by whirlwinds driven, While earth with wrecks magnificent was strew'd, In mighty volumes, through the vault of heaven,

And stillness reign'd o'er Nature's solitude : From Eden's summit, o'er the camp accurst,

-Thus in a storm of horror and dismay, The darting fires with noon-day splendor burst;

All night the Giant-army sped away; And fearful grew the scene above, below,

Thus on a lonely, sad, and silent scene,
With sights of mystery, and sounds of woe.

The morning rose in majesty serene.
The embattled cherubim appear'd on high,
And coursers, wing'd with lightning, swept the sky;] Early and joyful o'er the dewy grass,
Chariots, whose wheels with living instinct rollid,

Straight to their glen the ransom'd Patriarchs pass; Spirits of unimaginable mould,

As doves released their parent-dwelling find,
Powers, such as dwell in heaven's serenest light, They fly for life, nor cast a look behind;
Too pure, too terrible for mortal sight,

And when they reach'd the dear sequester'd spot, From depth of midnight suddenly reveald,

Enoch alone of all their train" was not." In arms, against the Giants took the field.

With them the bard, who from the world withOn such an host Elisha's servant gazed,

• drew, When all the mountain round the Prophet blazed :'Javan, from folly and ambition flew; With such an host, when war in heaven was wrought, | Though poor his lot, within that narrow bound, Michael against the Prince of Darkness fought.

Friendship, and home, and faithful love, he found: Roused by the trumpet, that shall wake the dead,

ke the dead. There did his wanderings and afflictions cease, The torpid foe in consternation fled;

His youth was penitence, his age was peace.
The Giants headlong in the uproar ran,
The king himself the foremost of the van,

Meanwhile the scatter'd tribes of Eden's plain Nor e'er his rushing squadrons led to fight

Turn'd to their desolated fields again, With swifter onset, than he led that flight.

And join'd their brethren, captives once in fight, Homeward the panic-stricken legions flew;

But left to freedom in that dreadful flight: Their arms, their vestments, from their limbs they Thenceforth redeem'd from war's unnumber'd woes, threw;

Rich with the spoils of their retreated foes,
O'er shields and helms the reinless camel strode, By Giant-tyranny no more opprest,
And gold and purple strew'd the desert road. The people flourish'd, and the land had rest.



1 portance to the Public, which will assuredly award him

no more credit than his performance, taken as it is, can In this poem the Author frankly acknowledges that command; while the consequences of his temerity, he has so far failed, as to be under the necessity of or his misfortune, must remain wholly with himself. sending it forth incomplete, or suppressing it alto- The original plan was intended to embrace the gether. Why he has not done the latter is of little im- most prominent events in the annals of ancient and

1 II. Kings, vi, v. 17.

1 II. Kings, xix, v. 33–37.

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