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Who with a loyalty that did excel,
Brought all th’endowments of Achitophel.
Sincere was Amri, and not only knew,
But Ifrael's sanctions into practice drew ;
Our laws, that did a boundless ocean seem,
Were coasted all, and fathom'd all by him.
No rabbin speaks like him their mystic sense,
So just, and with such charms of eloquence :
To whom the double blessing does belong,
With Moses’ inspiration, Aaron's tongue.

Than Sheva none more loyal zeal have shown,
Wakeful as Judah's lion for the crown,
Who for that cause still combats in his age,
For which his youth with danger did engage.
In vain our factious priests the cant revive;
In vain seditious scribes with libel strive
T'enflame the crowd; while he with watchful eye
Observes, and shoots their treasons as they fly:
Their weekly frauds his keen replies detect;
He undeceives more fast than they infect.
So Moses, when the pest on legions prey'd,
Advanc'd his signal, and the plague was stay'd.

Once more, my fainting Muse, thy pinions try,
And strength's exhausted store let love supply.
What tribute, Asaph, shall we render thee?
We'll crown thee with a wreath from thy own tree!
Thy laurel grove no envy's flash can blast;
The song of Afaph shall for ever last.

With wonder late posterity shall dwell
On Absalom and false Achitophel :

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Thy strains shall be our slumbering prophets dream,
And when our Sion virgins sing their theme;
Our jubilees Mall with thy verse be grac'd,
The song of Afaph shall for ever last.

How fierce his satyr loos’d; restrain’d, how tame;
How tender of th' offending young man's fame!
How well his worth, and brave adventures itild;
Just to his virtues, to his error mild.
No

page of thine, that fears the strictest view,
But teems with just reproof, or praise as due ;
Not Eden could a fairer prospect yield,
All paradise without one barren field :
Whose wit the censure of his foes has past,
The song of Afaph shall for ever last.

What praise for such rich strains Thall we allow? What just rewards the grateful crown bestow ? While bees in flowers rejoice, and flowers in dew, While stars and fountains to their course are true ; While Judah’s throne and Sion's rock stand fast, The song of Asaph and the fame shall last.

Still Hebron's honour'd happy foil retains
Our royal hero's beauteous dear remains ;
Who now fails off with winds nor wishes Nack,
To bring his sufferings' bright companion back.
But ere such transport can our sense employ,
A bitter grief must poison half our joy ;
Nor can our coasts restor'd those blessings see
Without a bribe to envious destiny !
Curs'd Sodom's doom for ever fix the tide
Where by inglorious chance the valiant dy'd!

Give

Give not insulting Askalon to know,
Nor let Gath's daughters triumph in our woe!
No failor with the news swell Egypt's pride,
By what inglorious fate our valiant dy'd !
Weep, Arnon! Jordan, weep thy fountains dry,
While Sion's rock dissolves for a supply.

Calm were the elements, night's silence deep,
The waves scarce murmuring, and the winds asleep;
Yet fate for ruin takes so ftill an hour,
And treacherous sands the princely bark devour ;
Then death unworthy seiz'd a generous race,
To virtue's scandal, and the fars disgrace !
Oh! had th’indulgent powers vouchsaf'd to yield,
Instead of faithless shelves, a listed field :
A listed field of Heaven's and David's foes,
Fierce as the troops that did his youth oppose,
Each life had on his flaughter'd heap retir’d,
Not tamely, and unconquering thus expir'd :
But destiny is now their only foe,
And dying ev'n o'er that they triumph too ;
With loud last breaths their master's scape applaud,
Of whom kind force could scarce the fates defraud;
Who for such followers loft, O matchless mind !
At his own safety now almost repin'd!
Say, royal Sir, by all your fame in arms,
Your praise in peace, and by Urania's charms;
If all your sufferings past so nearly prest,
Or pierc'd with half so painful grief your breast ?

Thus some diviner Muse her hero forms, Not footh'd with soft delights, but tost in storms.

Nor stretch'd on roses in the myrtle grove,
Nor crowns his days with mirth, his nights with love,
But far remov'd in thundering camps is found,
His numbers short, his bed the herbless ground:
In tasks of danger always seen the first,
Feeds from the hedge, and nakes with ice his thirst.
Long must his patience strive with fortune's rage,
And long opposing gods themselves engage,
Must see his country flame, his friends destroy’d,
Before the promis'd empire be enjoy'd :
Such toil of fate must build a man of fame,
And such, to Israel's crown, the god-like David came.

What sudden beams dispel the clouds so fast,
Whose drenching rains laid all our vineyards waste !
The spring so far behind her course delay'd,
On th’instant is in all her bloom array'd ;
The winds breathe low, the element serene ;
Yet mark what motion the waves is seen !
Thronging and busy as Hyblæan swarms,
Or straggled soldiers fummond to their arins.
See where the princely bark in loosest pride,
With all her guardian feet, adorns the tide !
High on her deck the royal lovers stand,
Our crimes to pardon ere they touch'd our land.
Welcome to Israel and to David's breast!
Here all your toils, here all your sufferings rest.

This year did Ziloah rule Jerusalem, And boldly all fedition's Syrtes stem, Howe'er incumber'd with a viler pair Than Ziph or Shimei to asilt the chair;

Yet

Yet Ziloah's loyal labours so pevail?
That faction at the next election fail'd,
When ev’n the common cry did justice sound,
And merit hy the multitude was crown'd:
With David then was Ifrael's peace restor’d,
Crowds mourn’d their error, and obey'd their lord.

KEY to ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL.

Ablael,

Abethdin,

{

Abfalom,
Achitophel,
Adriel,
Agaz,

Amiel,

{

Amri,

General Monk, Duke of Albe

marle.
$ The name given, thro' this poem,

to a Lord-Chancellor in general.
Duke of Monmouth.
The Earl of Shaftesbury.
Earl of Mulgrave.
Sir Edmundbury Godfrey.
Mr. Seymour, Speaker of the

House of Commons.
Sir Heneage Finch, Earl of Win.

chelsea, and Lord-Chancellor.'
Duchess of Monmouth,
Sir William Waller.
A Character drawn by Tate for

Dryden, in the second Part of

this Poem.
Earl of Huntingdon.
Barnet.
Duke of Ormond.
Duchess of Portfimouth.

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