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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530126" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Habakkuk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now leave the Porch, to vision now retreat,<br>Where the next rapture glows with varying heat;<br>Now change the time, and change the Temple scene,<br>The following Seer forewarns a future reign.<br>To some retirement, where the Prophets sons<br>Indulge their holy flight, my fancy runs,<br>Some sacred College built for praise and pray'r<br>And heav'nly dream, she seeks Habakkuk there.<br>Perhaps 'tis there he moans the nation's sin,<br>Hears the word come, or feels the fit within, <br>Or sees the vision fram'd with Angels hands,<br>And dreads the judgments of revolted lands,<br>Or holds a converse if the Lord appear,<br>And, like Elijah, wraps his face for fear.<br>This deep recess portends an act of weight,<br>A message lab'ring with the work of fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Methinks the Skies have lost their lovely blue,<br>A storm rides fiery, thick the clouds ensue.<br>Fall'n to the ground with prostrate face I lye,<br>Oh! 'twere the same in this to gaze and dye!<br>But hark the Prophet's voice: my pray'rs complain<br>Of labour spent, of Preaching urg'd in vain;<br>And must, my God, thy sorrowing servant still<br>Quit my lone joys to walk this world of ill?<br>Where spoiling rages, strife and wrong command,<br>And the slack'd laws no longer curb the land?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At this a strange and more than human sound<br>Thus breaks the cloud and daunts the trembling ground.<br>Behold the Gentiles, wond'ring all behold,<br>What scarce ye credit tho' the work be told,<br>For lo the proud Chaldean troops I raise,<br>To march the breadth and all the region seize,<br>Fierce as the proling wolves at close of day,<br>And swift as eagles in pursuit of prey.<br>As eastern winds to blast the season blow,<br>For blood and rapine flies the dreadful foe;<br>Leads the sad captives countless as the sand,<br>Derides the princes and destroys the land.<br>Yet these triumphant grown offend me more,<br>And only thank the Gods they chose before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Art thou not holiest, here the prophet cries,<br>Supream, Eternal, of the purest eyes?<br>And shall those eyes the wicked realms regard,<br>Their crimes be great yet vict'ry their reward?<br>Shall these still ravage more and more to reign,<br>Draw the full net, and cast to fill again?<br>As watch-men silent sit, I wait to see<br>How solves my doubt, what speaks the Lord to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then go, the Lord replys, suspend thy fears,<br>And write the vision for a term of years.<br>Thy foes will feel their turn when those are past,<br>Wait tho' it tarry, sure it comes at last.<br>'Tis for their rapine, lusts and thirst of blood <br>And all their unprotecting Gods of wood.<br>The Lord is present on his sacred hill,<br>Cease thy weak doubts, and let the world be still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here terrour leaves me with exalted head,<br>I breath fine air, and find the vision fled,<br>The Seer withdrawn, inspir'd, and urg'd to write,<br>By the warm influence of the sacred sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His writing finish'd, Prophet-like array'd,<br>He brings the burthen on the region laid;<br>His hands a tablet and a volume bear,<br>The tablet threatnings, and the volume pray'r,<br>Both for the temple, where to shun decay,<br>Enroll'd the works of inspiration lay.<br>And awful oft he stops, or marches slow,<br>While the dull'd nation hears him preach their woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arriv'd at length, with grave concern for all,<br>He fix'd his table on the sacred wall.<br>'Twas large inscrib'd that those who run might read,<br>'Habakkuk's burthen by the Lord decreed,<br>'For Judah's sins, her empire is no more,<br>'The fierce Chaldeans bath her ralm in gore'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next to the priest his volume he resign'd,<br>'Twas pray'r with praises mix'd to raise the mind,<br>'Twas facts recounted which their fathers knew,<br>'Twas pow'r in wonders manifest to view.<br>'Twas comfort rais'd on love already past,<br>And hope that former love returns at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The priests within the prophecy convey'd,<br>The singers tunes to join his anthem made.<br>Here and attend the words. And holy thou<br>That help'd the prophet, help the Poet now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Lord who rules the world, with mortal ear<br>I've heard thy judgments, and I shake for fear.<br>O Lord by whom their number'd years we find,<br>E'en in the midst receive the drooping mind;<br>E'en in the midst thou canst—then make it known<br>Thy love, thy will, thy power, to save thine own.<br>Remember mercy tho' thine anger burn,<br>And soon to Salem bid thy flock return.<br>O Lord who gav'st it with an outstretch'd hand,<br>We well remember how thou gav'st the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God came from Teman, southward sprung the flame,<br>From Paron-mount the one that's Holy came, <br>A glitt'ring glory made the desart blaze,<br>High Heav'n was cover'd, earth was fill'd with praise.<br>Dazzling the brightness, not the sun so bright,<br>'Twas here the pure substantial Fount of Light<br>Shot from his hand and side in golden streams,<br>Came forward effluent horny-pointed beams:<br>Thus shone his coming, as sublimely fair<br>As bounded nature has been fram'd to bear,<br>But all his further marks of grandeur hid,<br>Nor what he cou'd was known, but what he did.<br>Dire plagues before him ran at his command,<br>To waste the nations in the promis'd land.<br>A scorching flame went forth where'er he trod,<br>And burning Fevers were the coals of God.<br>Fix'd on the mount he stood, his meas'ring reed<br>Marks the rich realms for Jacob's seed decreed:<br>He looks with anger and the nations fly<br>From the fierce sparklings of his dreadful eye.<br>He turns, the mountain shakes its awful brow,<br>Awful he turns, and hills eternal bow.<br>How glory there, how terrour here, displays<br>His great unknown yet everlasting ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see the Sable tents along the strand<br>Where Cushan wander'd, desolately stand,<br>And Midian's high pavilions shake with dread,<br>While the tam'd seas thy rescu'd nation tread.<br>What burst the path? what made the Lord engage?<br>Cou'd waters anger? seas incite thy rage?<br>That thus thine horses force the foaming tide<br>And all the chariots of salvation ride.<br>Thy bow was bare for what thy mercy swore,<br>Those oaths, that promise Israel had before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rock that felt thee cleav'd, the rivers flow,<br>The wond'ring desart lends them beds below.<br>Thy Might the mountain's heaving shocks confess'd,<br>High shatter'd Horeb trembled o'er the rest.<br>Great Jordan pass'd its nether waters by,<br>Its upper waters rais'd the voice on high,<br>Safe in the deep we went, the liquid wall<br>Curling arose, and had no leave to fall.<br>The sun effulgent and the moon serene,<br>Stop'd by thy will, their heav'nly course refrain;<br>The voice was Man's, yet both the voice obey, <br>'Till wars compleated close the lengthen'd day.<br>Thy glitt'ring spears, thy ratling darts prevail,<br>Thy spears of lightning and thy darts of hail.<br>'Twas thou that march'd against their heathen band,<br>Rage in thy visage, and thy flail in hand;<br>'Twas thou that went before to wound their head,<br>The captain follow'd where the Saviour led;<br>Torn from their earth they feel the desp'rate wound,<br>And pow'r unfounded fails for want of ground.<br>With village-war thy tribes where'er they go<br>Distress the remnant of the scatter'd foe;<br>Yet mad they rush'd, as whirling wind descends,<br>And deem'd for friendless those the Lord befriends.<br>Thy trampling horse from sea to sea subdue,<br>The bounding ocean left no more to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O when I heard what thou vouchsaf'st to win<br>With works of wonder, must be lost for sin,<br>I quak'd thro' fear, the voice forsook my tongue,<br>Or at my lips with quiv'ring accent hung;<br>Dry leanness ent'ring to my marrow came,<br>And ev'ry loos'ning nerve unstrung my frame.<br>How shall I rest, in what protecting shade,<br>When the day comes, and hostile troops invade?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tho' neither blossoms on the Fig appear,<br>Nor vines with clusters deck the purpling year,<br>Tho' all our labours olive-trees belie,<br>Tho' fields the substance of the bread deny,<br>Tho' flocks are sever'd from the silent Fold,<br>And the rais'd stalls no lowing cattle hold,<br>Yet shall my soul be glad, in God rejoice,<br>Yet to my Saviour will I lift my voice,<br>Yet to my Saviour still my temper sings,<br>What David set to instruments of strings:<br>The Lord's my strength, like Hinds he makes my feet,<br>Yon mount's my refuge, as I safely fleet,<br>Or (if the song's apply'd) he makes me still<br>Expect returning to Moriah's hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In all this hymn what daring grandeur shines,<br>What darting glory rays among the lines,<br>What mountains, earthquakes, clouds, and smokes are seen,<br>What ambient fires conceal the Lord within,<br>What working wonders give the promis'd place<br>And load the conduct of a stubborn race! <br>In all the work a lively fancy flows,<br>O'er all the work sincere affection glows,<br>While Truth's firm Rein the course of fancy guides<br>And o'er affection Zeal divine presides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Borne on the prophet's wings, methinks I fly<br>Amongst eternal Attributes on high,<br>And here I touch at love supremely fair,<br>And now at pow'r, anon at mercy there;<br>So like a warbling bird my tunes I raise<br>On those green boughs the Tree of life displays,<br>Whose twelve fair fruits each month by turns receives<br>And for the nations healing ope their leaves.<br>Then be the nations heal'd, for this I sing<br>Descending softly from the prophet's wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou world attend, the case of Israel see,<br>'Twill thus at large refer to God and thee.<br>If love be shewn thee, turn thine eyes above<br>And pay the duties relative to love;<br>If pow'r be shewn, and wonderfully so,<br>Wonder and thank, adore and bow below.<br>If pow'r that led thee now no longer lead,<br>But brow-bent Justice draws the flaming blade,<br>When love is scorn'd, when sin the sword provokes,<br>Let tears and pray'rs avert or heal the strokes;<br>If justice leaves to wound, and thou to groan<br>Beneath new Lords in countries not thine own,<br>Know this for Mercy's act, and let your lays<br>Grateful in all, recount the cause of praise:<br>Then love returns, and while no sins divide<br>The firm alliance, pow'r will shield thy side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the grand round of providence's care,<br>See realms assisted here, and punish'd there,<br>O'er the just circle cast thy wond'ring eyes,<br>Thank while you gaze, and study to be wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q>
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Where the next rapture glows with varying heat;
Now change the time, and change the Temple scene,
The following Seer forewarns a future reign.
To some retirement, where the Prophets sons
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