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From the bleak Beach and broad expanse of sea	A
To lofty Salem Thought direct thy way	B
Mount thy light chariot move along the plains	C
And end thy flight where Hezekiah reigns	C
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How swiftly thought has pass'd from land to land	D
And quite outrun Time's meas'ring glass of sand	D
Great Salem's walls appear and I resort	E
To view the state of Hezekiah's court	E
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Well may that king a pious verse inspire	F
Who cleans'd the temple who reviv'd the choir	G
Pleas'd with the service David fix'd before	H
That heav'nly musick might on earth adore	H
Deep rob'd in white he made the Levites stand	D
With Cymbals Harps and Psaltries in their hand	D
He gave the Priests their trumpets prompt to raise	I
The tuneful soul by force of sound to praise	I
A skilful master for the song he chose	J
The songs were David's these and Asaph's those	J
Then burns their off'ring all around rejoice	K
Each tunes his instrument to join the voice	K
The trumpets sounded and the singers sung	L
The People worship'd and the temple rung	L
Each while the victim burns presents his heart	M
Then the Priest blesses and the People part	M
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Hail sacred musick since you know to draw	N
The soul to Heav'n the spirit to the law	N
I come to prove thy force thy warbling string	O
May tune my soul to write what others sing	O
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But is this Salem this the proms'd bliss	P
These sighs and groans what means the realm by this	P
What solemn sorrow dwells in ev'ry street	Q
What fear confounds the downcast looks I meet	Q
Alas the King whole nations sink with woe	R
When righteous Kings are summon'd hence to go	R
The King lies sick and thus to speak his doom	S
The Prophet grave Isaiah stalks the room	S
Oh Prince thy servant sent from God believe	T
Set all in order for thou can'st not live	U
Solemn he said and sighing left the place	V
Deep prints of horror furrow'd ev'ry face	V
Within their minds appear eternal glooms	V
Black gaping marbles of their monarchs tombs	V
A King belov'd deceas'd his offspring none	W
And wars destructive e'er they fix the throne	X
Strait to the wall he turn'd with dark despair	Y
'Twas tow'rds the temple or for private pray'r	Z
And thus to God the pious monarch spoke	A2
Who burn'd the groves the brazen serpent broke	A2
Remember Lord with what a heart for right	B2
What care for truth I walk'd within thy sight	B2
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'Twas thus with terror pray'rs and tears he toss'd	C2
When the mid court the grave Isaiah cross'd	C2
Whom in the cedar columns of the square	Y
Meets a sweet Angel hung in glitt'ring air	Y
Seiz'd with a trance he stop'd before his eye	D2
Clears a rais'd arch of visionary sky	D2
Where as a minute pass'd the greater light	B2
Purpling appear'd and south'd and set in night	B2
A Moon succeeding leads the starry train	E2
She glides and sinks her silver horns again	F2
A second fanci'd morning drives the shades	V
Clos'd by the dark the second ev'ning fades	V
The third bright dawn awakes and strait he sees	V
The temple rise the monarch on his knees	V
Pleas'd with the scene his inward thoughts rejoice	V
When thus the Guardian angel form'd a voice	V
Now tow'rds the captain of my people go	R
And Seer relate him what thy visions show	R
The Lord has heard his words and seen his tears	V
And through fifteen extends his future years	V
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Here to the room prepar'd with dismal black	G2
The Prophet turning brought the comfort back	G2
Oh monarch hail he cry'd thy words are heard	H2
Thy virtuous actions meet a kind regard	I2
God gives thee fifteen years when thrice a day	B
Shews the round Sun within the temple pray	B
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When thrice the day surpriz'd the monarch cries	V
When thrice the Sun what pow'r have I to rise	V
But if thy comfort's human or divine	J2
'Tis short to prove it give thy prince a sign	J2
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Behold the Prophet cry'd and stretch'd his hands	V
Against yon lattice where the dial stands	V
Now shall the Sun a backward journey go	R
Through ten drawn lines or leap to ten below	R
'Tis easier posting nature's airy track	G2
Replies the monarch let the Sun go back	G2
Attentive here he gaz'd the prophet pray'd	K2
Back went the Sun and back pursu'd the shade	K2
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Chear'd by the sign and by the Prophet heal'd	L2
What sacred thanks his gratitude reveal'd	L2
As sickly Swallows when a summer ends	V
Who miss'd the passage with their flying friends	V
Take to a wall there lean the languid head	M2
While all who find them think the sleepers dead	M2
If yet their warmth new days of summer bring	O
They wake and joyful flutter up to sing	O
So far'd the monarch sick to death he lay	B
His court despair'd and watch'd the last decay	B
At length new favour shines new life he gains	V
And rais'd he sings 'tis thus the song remains	V
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I said my God when in the loath'd disease	V
Thy Prophet's words cut off my future days	V
Now to the grave with mournful haste I go	R
Now death unbars his sable gates below	R
How might my years by course of nature last	N2
But thou pronounc'd it and the prospect pass'd	N2
I said my God thy servant now no more	H
Shall in thy Temple's sacred courts adore	H
No more on earth with living man converse	V
Shrunk in a cold uncomfortable hearse	V
My life like tents which wand'ring shepherds raise	V
Proves a short dwelling and removes at ease	V
My sins pursue me see the deadly band	D
My God who sees them cuts me from the land	D
As when a weaver finds his labour sped	M2
Swift from the beam he parts the fast'ning thread	M2
With pining sickness all from night to day	B
From day to night he makes my strength decay	B
Reck'ning the time I roll with restless groans	V
'Till with a lion's force he crush my bones	V
New morning dawns but like the morning past	N2
'Tis day 'tis night and still my sorrows last	N2
Now screaming like the Crane my words I spoke	A2
Now like the swallow chatt'ring quick and broke	A2
Now like the doleful dove when on the plains	V
Her mourning tone affects the list'ning swains	V
To heav'n for aid my wearying eyes I throw	R
At length they're weary'd quite and sink with woe	R
From death's arrest for some delays I sue	V
Thou Lord who judg'd me thou reprieve me too	V
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Rapture of joy what can thy servant say	V
He sent his Prophet to prolong my day	V
Through my glad Limbs I feel the wonder run	W
Thus said the Lord and this Himself has done	W
Soft shall I walk and well secur'd from fears	V
Possess the comforts of my future years	V
Keep soft my heart keep humble while they roll	O2
Nor e'er forget my bitterness of soul	O2
'Tis by the means thy sacred words supply	D2
That mankind live but in peculiar I	D2
A second grant thy mercy pleas'd to give	P2
And my rais'd spirits doubly seem to live	U
Behold the time when peace adorn'd my reign	E2
'Twas then I felt my stroke of humbling pain	E2
Corruption dug her pit I fear'd to sink	Q2
God lov'd my soul and snatch'd me from the brink	Q2
He turn'd my follies from his gracious eye	D2
As men who pass accounts and cast them by	D2
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What mouth has death which can thy praise proclaim	R2
What tongue the grave to speak thy glorious name	R2
Or will the senseless dead exult with mirth	S2
Mov'd to their hope by promises on earth	S2
The living Lord the living only praise	V
The living only fit to sing thy lays	V
These feel thy favours these thy temple see	V
These raise the song as I this day to thee	V
Nor will thy truth the present only reach	T2
This the good fathers shall their offspring teach	T2
Report the blessings which adorn my page	U2
And hand their own with mine from age to age	U2
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So when the Maker heard his creature crave	V2
So kindly rose his ready Will to save	V2
Then march we solemn tow'rds the Temple door	H
While all our joyful musick sounds before	H
There on this day through all my life appear	W2
When this comes round in each returning year	W2
There strike the strings our voices jointly raise	V
And let his dwellings hear my songs of praise	V
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Thus wrote the monarch and I'll think the lay	V
Design'd for publick when he went to pray	V
I'll think the perfect composition runs	V
Perform'd by Heman's or Jeduthun's sons	V
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Then since the time arrives the Seer foretold	X2
And the third morning rolls an orb of gold	X2
With thankful zeal recover'd prince prepare	Y
To lead thy nation to the Dome of pray'r	Z
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My fancy takes her chario	Z

Thomas Parnell

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