. Poems upon divine and moral subjects : originals and translations . eaf sning Sound, more loud, Like burfting Rocks, or Craihes of a Cloud $ Or was it as when wanton Echoes chide, Rebounding by an hollow Mountains Side • Or was it, as the Lions angry Roar3 Or as tumultuous Seas affault the Shore ; Or as when grumbling Beafts devour their Prey, Or ihaggy Satyrs dance in favage Play : 5Twas dreadful all alike ; an hideous Sound, Whofe Terrors evry Pow5r of Thought confound. The difmal Scenes fuch black Prefages give, They fwoon for Fear, and dye to think they live. The World befide enjoys the
. Poems upon divine and moral subjects : originals and translations . eaf sning Sound, more loud, Like burfting Rocks, or Craihes of a Cloud $ Or was it as when wanton Echoes chide, Rebounding by an hollow Mountains Side • Or was it, as the Lions angry Roar3 Or as tumultuous Seas affault the Shore ; Or as when grumbling Beafts devour their Prey, Or ihaggy Satyrs dance in favage Play : 5Twas dreadful all alike ; an hideous Sound, Whofe Terrors evry Pow5r of Thought confound. The difmal Scenes fuch black Prefages give, They fwoon for Fear, and dye to think they live. The World befide enjoys the chearful Light;The Sun ftill rules the Day, the Stars the Night;None ceafe from Labour • Egypts Sons aloneBeneath the Burden of the Darknefs groan :Oer them alone this gloomy Midnights fpread,An Image of the Horrors of the prefent Pains the future Woes foretell,Which wait their Sentence to the fecond Hell :Where Souls Apoftate range the fultry Coaft,On Storms of Fire, and burn;ng Billows tofsd,For ever to reflect on Heavn for ever loft. THE (8i ) THE. Third Chapter of HahakkukTRANSLATED. Lord, thy mighty Wonders I have heard,And the Report, like thofe who faw them, ( which thou in ancient Time haft (donejProceed to finiffi whats fo well begun. Revive thy former Work, nor ht it be Hid in the Womb of dark Futurity. Amiift the Years with fo much Glory known, Never forget the People once thine own. In Mercy to deliver never fpare, But kindly cherifh thy peculiar Care : Let all thy Mercy with thy Powr engage, And pity us3 tho we deferve thy Rage. ThAlmighty from Southern Teman came,Encompafsd with a bright devouring FUme :Th aftoniftid Hills returnd his Rays again,And Paran glitttrd with his keavnly Train. M AH ay C ( ft )All Nature fmild, tranlportcd with the Day, Which raisd her drccpiwg Head, and chaed aw;The fickly D^mps, which bring inferable DecayForth from his Hand there fhot a Beam fo pure,No Sight the dazzling Profpe£ Pef
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