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Who so holy as our Lord ! Who but He to be adored ! Who such wonders can effect! Who so strongly can protect ! Be no longer arrogant, Nor in folly proudly vaunt : God our secret thoughts displays; All our works his balance weighs. Giants' bows his forces break; He with strength invests the weak. Who were full, now serve for bread ; Those who served, enfranchised. Barren wombs with children flow; Fruitful mothers childless grow. God frail man of life deprives ; Those who sleep in death, revives : Leads us to our silent tombs, Brings us from those horrid rooms: Riches sends; sends poverty : Casteth down and lifts on high. He, from the despised dust, From the dunghill, takes the just; To the height of honor brings; Plants them on the throne of kings.God earth's mighty pillars made; He the world upon them laid. He his servants' feet will guide : Wicked souls, who swell with pride, Will in endless darkness chain, Since all human strength is vain. He shall grind his enemies ; Blast with lightning from the skies : Judge the habitable earth, All of high and humble birth : Shall with strength his King renown, And his Christ with glory crown.
THE LAMENTATION OF DAVID OVER SAUL
2 SAMUEL 1.
Thy beauty, Israel, is fled,
Sunk to the dead ;
Thy mountains stain.
Lest that sad story should excite
Their dire delight !
Their pleasure flow :
Yon hills of Gilboa, never may
You offerings pay;
with flowers : Saul and his arms there made a spoil, As if untouched with sacred oil.
The bow of noble Jonathan
Great battles wan;
With slaughter red.
How lovely! O how pleasant ! when
They lived with men !
Than lions are :
Sad Israel's daughters, weep for Saul;
Lament his fall,
And crowned with peace;
How are thy worthies by the sword
Of war devoured !
Of my torn heart !
Thy love was great ; 0 never more
To man, man bore !
Loved at that rate !
SIR JOHN BEAUMONT.
Sir John BEAUMONT, elder brother of Francis Beaumont, the dramatist, was the son of Francis Beaumont, one of the judges of the Court of Common Pleas in the time of Queen Elizabeth; he was born in 1584, and was educated at Oxford. Besides an historical poem styled “Bosworth Field,” he was the author of “ The Crown of Thorns," and other poems on sacred subjects, which, though little known, possess great merit. He was created a baronet in 1626, and died in 1628.
A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE WORLD, A PILGRIM, AND VIRTUE.
What darkness clouds my senses ? Hath the day
Doth God withdraw his all-sustaining might,
Distressed Pilgrim, let not causeless fear
Oh thou! whose speeches sound, whose beauties shine,
I am thine end ; Felicity my name;
left hand delicious fruits I hold,
My right hand with triumphant crowns is stored, Which all the kings of former times adored : These gifts are thine: then enter where no strife, No grief, no pain, shall interrupt thy life.
Stay, hasty wretch, here deadly serpents swell,
Regard not these vain speeches, let them go:
Canst thou now make, or hast thou ever made,