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Sweet the soothing notes combine , When MERCY spares the prostrate foe : - ¦" Forgiveness calls for lays divine—Sweet the strains from mercy flow : j Sweet COMPASSION ' S plaintive sound , Lenient sooths affliction's pain ;
Sympathetic feels the wound ; Sweetly swells the softning strain . But sweetest far the strains improve , When CHARITY to action springs , Uniting mercy , peace , and love , The bliss that takes—the bliss that brings , O CHARITY , celestial guest ,
Descend and stamp thy mild decree-Attune the voice— -expand the breast , For sweet ' s the strain inspired by thee . J . F . S ,
A Paraphrase On The Lamentation Of David, For The Death Of Saul And Jonathan.
A PARAPHRASE ON THE LAMENTATION OF DAVID , FOR THE DEATH OF SAUL AND JONATHAN .
BY MRS . STICKLAND . HOW is . the beauty of . our Israel . slain ! ¦ How are the mighty fall ' n amidst the mournful plain ! Oh 1 tell it not in Qath ' s fair spreading town , Nor in the spacious streets of Askelon , Lest our uncireumcis'd imperious foe , "J Lest the proud daughters of Philistia shew >
No common joy , and triumph incur woe ! J Ye mountains of Gilboa , let nb dew Or kindly show'rs henceforth descend on you , Let no vast hecatombs be offer'd there , For there the mighty lost his shield and spear , Israel's great monarch there becam ' e a prey , There his rich shield was vilely cast away ; As tho ' . thehallow'd oil had ne ' er been shed
In drops mysterious on his sacred head . From num'rous spoils that deck'd the mighty slain , And from the terrors of th' ensanguin'd plain , The bow of Jonathan ne ' er turn'd away ; He bore the shock in many a fatal day ; And still the sword of Saul retiirn'd bedew'd ( Victorious in the field ) with hostile blood . OSaull O Jonathan ! who now can tell
What swelling sighs within my bosom dwell ! My heart in vain to hide her sorrows strives ! Lovely they were , and pleasant in their lives , Nor in their deaths divided ; swift they were , _ As that imperial bird which , void of fear , { . Controls the wing'd inhabitants of air . j And strong as that proud beast which reigns The savage monarch of the woods and plains . Ye charming damsels , who your country bless With your bright beauty , nowyour grief confess 3 H 2
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Verses,
Sweet the soothing notes combine , When MERCY spares the prostrate foe : - ¦" Forgiveness calls for lays divine—Sweet the strains from mercy flow : j Sweet COMPASSION ' S plaintive sound , Lenient sooths affliction's pain ;
Sympathetic feels the wound ; Sweetly swells the softning strain . But sweetest far the strains improve , When CHARITY to action springs , Uniting mercy , peace , and love , The bliss that takes—the bliss that brings , O CHARITY , celestial guest ,
Descend and stamp thy mild decree-Attune the voice— -expand the breast , For sweet ' s the strain inspired by thee . J . F . S ,
A Paraphrase On The Lamentation Of David, For The Death Of Saul And Jonathan.
A PARAPHRASE ON THE LAMENTATION OF DAVID , FOR THE DEATH OF SAUL AND JONATHAN .
BY MRS . STICKLAND . HOW is . the beauty of . our Israel . slain ! ¦ How are the mighty fall ' n amidst the mournful plain ! Oh 1 tell it not in Qath ' s fair spreading town , Nor in the spacious streets of Askelon , Lest our uncireumcis'd imperious foe , "J Lest the proud daughters of Philistia shew >
No common joy , and triumph incur woe ! J Ye mountains of Gilboa , let nb dew Or kindly show'rs henceforth descend on you , Let no vast hecatombs be offer'd there , For there the mighty lost his shield and spear , Israel's great monarch there becam ' e a prey , There his rich shield was vilely cast away ; As tho ' . thehallow'd oil had ne ' er been shed
In drops mysterious on his sacred head . From num'rous spoils that deck'd the mighty slain , And from the terrors of th' ensanguin'd plain , The bow of Jonathan ne ' er turn'd away ; He bore the shock in many a fatal day ; And still the sword of Saul retiirn'd bedew'd ( Victorious in the field ) with hostile blood . OSaull O Jonathan ! who now can tell
What swelling sighs within my bosom dwell ! My heart in vain to hide her sorrows strives ! Lovely they were , and pleasant in their lives , Nor in their deaths divided ; swift they were , _ As that imperial bird which , void of fear , { . Controls the wing'd inhabitants of air . j And strong as that proud beast which reigns The savage monarch of the woods and plains . Ye charming damsels , who your country bless With your bright beauty , nowyour grief confess 3 H 2