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NOW spent the alter'd King in am'rous Cares	A
The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs	A
In vain the Alter waits his slow returns	A
Where unattended Incense faintly burns	A
In vain the whisp'ring Priests their Fears express	A
And of the Change a thousand Causes guess	A
Heedless of all their Censures He retires	A
And in his Palace feeds his secret Fires	A
Impatient till from Rabbah Tydings tell	B
That near those Walls the poor Uriah fell	B
Led to the Onset by a Chosen Few	C
Who at the treacherous Signal soon withdrew	C
Nor to his Rescue e'er return'd again	D
Till by fierce Ammon's Sword they saw the Victim slain	E
'Tis pass'd 'tis done the holy Marriage Knot	F
Too strong to be unty'd at last is cut	G
And now to Bathsheba the King declares	A
That with his Heart the Kingdom too is hers	A
That Israel's Throne and longing Monarch's Arms	A
Are to be fill'd but with her widow'd Charms	A
Nor must the Days of formal Tears exceed	H
To cross the Living and abuse the Dead	I
This she denies and signs of Grief are worn	J
But mourns no more than may her Face adorn	J
Give to those Eyes which Love and Empire fir'd	K
A melting Softness more to be desir'd	K
Till the fixt Time tho' hard to be endur'd	L
Was pass'd and a sad Consort's Name procur'd	L
When with the Pomp that suits a Prince's Thought	M
By Passion sway'd and glorious Woman taught	M
A Queen she's made than Michal seated higher	N
Whilst light unusual Airs prophane the hallow'd Lyre	O
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Where art thou Nathan where's that Spirit now	P
Giv'n to brave Vice tho' on a Prince's Brow	P
In what low Cave or on what Desert Coast	Q
Now Virtue wants it is thy Presence lost	R
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But lo he comes the Rev'rend Bard appears	A
Defil'd with Dust his awful silver Hairs	A
And his rough Garment wet with falling Tears	A
The King this mark'd and conscious wou'd have fled	I
The healing Balm which for his Wounds was shed	I
Till the more wary Priest the Serpents Art	S
Join'd to the Dove like Temper of his Heart	S
And thus retards the Prince just ready now to part	S
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Hear me the Cause betwixt two Neighbors hear	T
Thou who for Justice dost the Sceptre bear	U
Help the Opprest nor let me weep alone	V
For him that calls for Succour from the Throne	V
Good Princes for Protection are Ador'd	W
And Greater by the Shield than by the Sword	W
This clears the Doubt and now no more he fears	A
The Cause his Own and therefore stays and hears	A
When thus the Prophet	G
In a flow'ry Plain	E
A King like Man does in full Plenty reign	E
Casts round his Eyes in vain to reach the Bound	X
Which Jordan's Flood sets to his fertile Ground	X
Countless his Flocks whilst Lebanon contains	A
A Herd as large kept by his numerous Swains	A
That fill with morning Bellowings the cool Air	U
And to the Cedar's shade at scorching Noon repair	U
Near to this Wood a lowly Cottage stands	A
Built by the humble Owner's painful Hands	A
Fenc'd by a Stubble roof from Rain and Heat	Y
Secur'd without within all Plain and Neat	Y
A Field of small Extent surrounds the Place	A
In which One single Ewe did sport and graze	A
This his whole Stock till in full time there came	Z
To bless his utmost Hopes a snowy Lamb	A2
Which lest the Season yet too Cold might prove	B2
And Northern Blasts annoy it from the Grove	C2
Or tow'ring Fowl on the weak Prey might sieze	A
For with his Store his Fears must too increase	A
He brings it Home and lays it by his Side	D2
At once his Wealth his Pleasure and his Pride	D2
Still bars the Door by Labour call'd away	E2
And when returning at the Close of Day	E2
With One small Mess himself and that sustains	A
And half his Dish it shares and half his slender Gains	A
When to the great Man's table now there comes	A
A Lord as great follow'd by hungry Grooms	A
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For these must be provided sundry Meats	A
The best for Some for Others coarser Cates	A
One Servant diligent above the rest	F2
To help his Master to contrive the Feast	G2
Extols the Lamb was nourished with such Care	U
So fed so lodg'd it must be Princely Fare	U
And having this my Lord his own may spare	U
In haste he sends led by no Law but Will	H2
Not to entreat or purchase but to Kill	H2
The Messenger's arriv'd the harmless Spoil	I2
Unus'd to fly runs Bleating to the Toil	I2
Whilst for the Innocent the Owner fear'd	J2
And sure wou'd move cou'd Poverty be heard	K
Oh spare he cries the Product of my Cares	A
My Stock's Encrease the Blessing on my Pray'rs	A
My growing Hope and Treasure of my Life	K2
More was he speaking when the murd'ring Knife	K2
Shew'd him his Suit tho' just must be deny'd	K
And the white Fleece in its own Scarlet dy'd	K
Whilst the poor helpless Wretch stands weeping by	L2
And lifts his Hands for Justice to the Sky	L2
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Which he shall find th' incensed King replies	A
When for the proud Offence th' Oppressor dies	A
O Nathan by the Holy Name I swear	U
Our Land such Wrongs unpunished shall not bear	U
If with the Fault th' Offender thou declare	U
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To whom the Prophet closing with the Time	M2
Thou art the Man replies and thine th' ill natur'd Crime	M2
Nor think against thy Place or State I err	U
A Pow'r above thee does this Charge prefer	N
Urg'd by whose Spirit hither am I brought	K
T' expostulate his Goodness and thy Fault	K
To lead thee back to those forgotten Years	A
In Labour spent and lowly Rustick Cares	A
When in the Wilderness thy Flocks but few	C
Thou didst the Shepherd's simple Art pursue	C
Thro' crusting Frosts and penetrating Dew	C
Till wondring Jesse saw six Brothers past	K
And Thou Elected Thou the Least and Last	K
A Sceptre to thy Rural Hand convey'd	K
And in thy Bosom Royal Beauties laid	K
A lovely Princess made thy Prize that Day	K
When on the shaken Ground the Giant lay	K
Stupid in Death beyond the Reach of Cries	A
That bore thy shouted Fame to list'ning Skies	A
And drove the flying Foe as fast away	K
As Winds of old Locusts to Egypt's Sea	A
Thy Heart with Love thy Temples with Renown	N2
Th' All giving Hand of Heav'n did largely crown	N2
Whilst yet thy Cheek was spread with youthful Down	N2
What more cou'd craving Man of God implore	O2
Or what for favour'd Man cou'd God do more	O2
Yet cou'd not These nor Israel's Throne suffice	A
Intemp'rate Wishes drawn thro' wand'ring Eyes	A
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One Beauty not thy own and seen by chance	A
Melts down the Work of Grace with an alluring Glance	A
Chafes the Spirit fed by sacred Art	K
And blots the Title AFTER GOD'S OWN HEART	K
Black Murder breeds to level at his Head	K
Who boasts so fair a Part'ner of his Bed	K
Nor longer must possess those envy'd Charms	A
The single Treasure of his House and Arms	A
Giving by this thy Fall cause to Blaspheme	M2
To all the Heathen the Almighty Name	M2
For which the Sword shall still thy Race pursue	C
And in revolted Israel's scornful View	C
Thy captiv'd Wives shall be in Triumph led	K
Unto a bold Usurper's shameful Bed	K
Who from thy Bowels sprung shall seize thy Throne	V
And scourge thee by a Sin beyond thy own	V
Thou hast thy Fault in secret Darkness done	P2
But this the World shall see before the Noonday's Sun	P2
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Enough the King enough the Saint replies	A
And pours his swift Repentance from his Eyes	A
Falls on the Ground and tears the Nuptial Vest	K
By which his Crime's Completion was exprest	K
Then with a Sigh blasting to Carnal Love	Q2
Drawn deep as Hell and piercing Heaven above	Q2
Let Me he cries let Me attend his Rod	K
For I have sinn'd for I have lost my God	K
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Hold says the Prophet of that Speech beware	U
God ne'er was lost unless by Man's Despair	U
The Wound that is thus willingly reveal'd	K
Th' Almighty is as willing should be heal'd	K
Thus wash'd in Tears thy Soul as fair does show	R2
As the first Fleece which on the Lamb does grow	R2
Or on the Mountain's top the lately fallen Snow	R2
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Yet to the World that Justice may appear	S2
Acting her Part imp	T2

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