108 REDEMPTION.
In his, the one great Shepherd's arms; whose voice
They hear, and follow oft to rich repasts;
Or to perennial streams of grace, flowing
From that celestial fount, which rises near
The throne of God, and waters all the plains
Made arid by the breath of sin and death.
Or, should fair Hebron's vale delight thee more,
Whose rocky glens re-echoed to thy songs,
And waked their voice symphonious to the sounds,
That trembled on thy royal harp, attuned
To praises of thy Son, the Son of God,
Then, thee I thence invoke t' indite my muse,
Which sings the advent, often sung by thee,
Of Israel's promis'd Saviour ; pleased more
Than e'er the^wand'ring tribes in desert wastes,
Libten'd to Miriam, with timbrels, sing
The fate of Pharao's host, list I to thee.
Peace ushers in the great Messias' reign, Soft beats her pinions on th' Augustan age, And o'er the expanse of his extended sway, Sits dove-like brooding, where the clang of arms Had long resounded through harrassed plains. From whence Atlanteus gently laved the shores Of his great empire on the going down, To where Euphrates kiss'd the rising sun, And northward, where the Rhine and Danube roll Their cooling waters diverse to the main; Thence to the golden plains of Afric, south, And Araby, she undisturbed reposed. Their swords to ploughshares, spears to pruning hooks, The nations gladly beat, and ceased to war. Sing, Muse divine, the names of those, who paid,
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