BY DR. BROOM E. HABBAKKUK, Chap. III. Paraphrafed. An ODE, written in 1710, as an Exercise. WHEN in a glorious terrible array, From Paran's towering height th' Almighty took his Borne on a cherub's wings he rode, Could his effulgent brightness shroud: Behind, a grim and meagre train, Pining fickness, frantic pain, [ways Stalk'd widely on! with all the dismal band, Which heaven in anger fends to scourge a guilty land. With terror cloath'd, he downward flew, And wither'd half the nations with a view; Through half the nations of th' aftonish'd earth He scatter'd war, and plagues, and dearth! And And when he spoke, The everlafting hills from their foundations fhook; And wild confufion from his rear; The rains pour down, the lightnings play, When through the mighty flood, He led the murmuring croud, What ail'd the rivers that they backward fled ? VARIATION. I fee his fword wave with redoubled ire. The The flood beheld from far, The deity in all his equipage of war ; And lo! at once it burfts! in diverfe falls The opening deeps their gulphs unfold ? Enter the dreadful chafms! 'tis God, who guides Your wondrous way! the God who rules the tides! And lo they march amid the deafening roar Of tumbling feas! they mount the adverfe fhore! Advance, ye chofen tribes!- -Arabia's fands Lonely, uncomfortable lands! Void of fountain, void of rain, The ftubborn rock feels the Almighty blow; His ftony entrails burst, and rushing torrents flow. *Then did the fun his fiery courfers stay, VARIATION. * Ah, what new fcenes unfold, what voice I hear i. Sun, ftand thou ftill; thou moon, thy course forbear: Ah,.... fun, thy wheels obedient stay, Doubling the fplendors of the wondrous day." The nimble-footed minutes ceas'd to run, And urge the lazy hours on. That carry on the year, Stopp'd in their full career : · Then the aftonish'd moon, Forgot her going down; The difmal fcene to view, How through the trembling Pagan nation, But why, ah! why, O Sion, reigns Vengeance is loofe, and wrath from God! The nimble-footed minutes cease to run, Stop in their full career; At once th' aftonish'd moon Forgets her going down, And paler grows, To view th' anazing train of woes; While through the trembling Pagan nation, Th' Almighty ruin deals, and ghaftly defolation. See' See! how embattled Babylon Like an unruly deluge rushes on! Lo the field with millions swarms! Oh! heaven! I faint- I die! Ah! how art thou become the Pagans' fcorn, A fhivering damp invades my heart, A trembling horror fhoots through every part; Yet though the fig-tree should no burthen bear, |