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A33515 Bersaba, or, The love of David a poem / written by Samuel Cobb ... Cobb, Samuel, 1675-1713. 1695 (1695) Wing C4770; ESTC R40843 12,685 25

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his Pow'r does far and wide extend A boundless Empire and without an end But now our Laws are scorn'd unmindful He Of Justice Goodness of himself and Me. In'ocent Urias by his crime did fall Whose bleeding Ghost does still for Venge'nce call A thousand plagues the stubborn King shall bear And all Jerus'lem in my Judgments share Renown'd examples to the future age And lasting Mon'ments of eternal rage He said The Spirits stood silent as he spake Whilst the whole Firmament around did shake Heav'n's immeasur'd space made loud reply Like Thunder ecch'oing from the distant Sky The mighty Shilo felt his Father's care For Son and Father of like passions are Their heav'nly minds in equal order run And what does move the Father moves the Son The Son was Mercy Love he only knew Wrath from his breast as from an En'my flew The melting God with pit'ing look surveys The world below and man's unhaypy Race He rose and nodding his illustrious head These words to his Almighty Father said Immortal Parent of the world and Me Author of all that is or is to be Hear me implore Thee let no Passions move Nor heavy Justice so out-weigh thy love Let no ungodlike Rage begin to rise Unworthy the Commander of the Skies If we should shoot as oft as Man shall sin How soon alas our Quivers would be thin Soon would our Lightning and our Shafts be spent No Thunder rowling in the Firmament Unbottom'd Hell tho' large and unconfin'd Would scarce contain a part of Humankind Myriads and Myriads would unburied go And crouded Ghosts lament for room below Diminish'd Nature would begin to dye And Earth unpeopled like a Desart lye Are then thy Prophets false thy Promise vain Didst thou for this the Race of man ordain Have we not fix'd a stated time when All Shall in one universal Ruin fall When the disorder'd Elements shall burn Wither in flames and to their Nothing turn Till then Great Father let thy Thunder sleep Till then the Terrour of thy Lightning keep He ended here Cherubs and Seraphs sung Whilst with applause the starry Palace rung They tun'd their golden Harps Heav'n's Monarch smil'd And streight became more merciful and mild His Rage departs He feels his thoughtful Mind Melt into Softness and to Love inclin'd Then calls forth Gabri'l Minister of Heav'n And Gen'ral of the fair selected Sev'n Who walk the Circuit of the World to know Laborious Angels what we do below No Sign of Anger now his looks betray'd But smilingly these pleasing words he said I 'll try once More my stretching Grace and know How far the Mercy of a God will go Thrice among Monsters Jesse's Ofspring fell Thrice we the salvage Monsters did repell Himself a Monster now but we forgive His bloody Crimes and suffer him to live Hast then to Naioth's Town our Prophets seat Who there enjoy Ease and a learn'd retreat Bid Nathan go to David and relate Bersaba's wrongs and just Uriah's fate Whose injur'd Ghost does still for Blood complain Unless his Sorrow washes out the stain Scarce had he spoke when Gabr'iel left the Sky From Heav'ns high Top did the Wing'd Envoy fly An azure Mantle does around him play And softned Clouds fring'd with the Sun 's pure Ray Serve him for wings whose flying Sails do bear The nimble Angel through the liquid Air. O'er Ramah's Hills he takes his Winding Flight And does at last unseen in Naioth light Here the good Prophet eas'd his careful breast And weary Nature borrow'd gentle Rest. When Gabr'iel Sam'el's rev'rend likeness took And in these words his sacred Message spoke Nathan well-read in sure Futurity Awake and hear what Heav'n commands by me With speed to Judah's Monarch hast relate Bersaba's wrongs and just Uriah's Fate Whose injur'd Ghost does still for blood complain Unless his Sorrow washes out the stain The Prophet waken'd with the Voice he heard Arose but streight the Vision disappear'd Inspir'd by God and by wise Sam'el sent Undoubtingly to Judah's Court he went On David's lofty Palace top there stood A pleasant Garden and delightful Wood. Here nodding Trees their fruitful Branches shook And bending Boughs with lovely Apples broke Here various Fruits in artful order grew That Babylonian Lux'ry ever knew Here in a Grove retiring David walk'd Here with the Monarch the rough Prophet talk'd I from the Almighty come who from above Beheld thy Murder and thy hated Love From hence thou viewd'st the treach'rous charming She Witness this consc'ious Grove Witness each blushing Tre● And then in words he paints his bloody Crimes Jessides heard and wept On Earth he threw the Sceptre which he bore And felt a passion greater than before No more Bersaba can his mind delight No more her charming Graces can invite A Kingly Grief his mournful Breast reclaims And streaming Tears quench the forbidden flames This pious sorrow Nathan did behold And streight the Prophet things to come foretold No more indulge thy Grief but hear said he What gracious Heav'n has pre-ordain'd for Thee A royal Race shall from thy Loyns descend And flying Conquests through the world extend Tigris shall wildly swell with hostile Gore Whilst Syrian Blood stains swift Euphrates shore Judean Arms through all shall cut their way Africk and Egypt shall become their prey But of thy num'rous Progeny shall none Be wiser or more fair than Solomon Heav'n shall to him unbounded Knowledge give All that a Mortal nature can receive Sabaean Kings shall leave the parched Line And bring like Vot'ries Off'rings to his Shrine The Southern Queen her Kingdom shall forsake And learned rules from his example take Then bount'ous Heav'n shall all it's riches throw That fruitful Sun's can breed or Show'rs bestow Then precious Ophir's wealth shall bless the Land And silver Jordan flow with golden Sand. Continual Corn shall the low Vallies fill And verdant Oks sweet yellow Dew distill Far from the painted East shall Monarchs stray And uncompell'd their glorious Tributes pay From ev'ry part great Emperours shall come Some shall bring Pearls Arabian Spices some Sacred to God shall a bright Temple rise The wondrous work shall make the vaulted Skies His boundless sway shall stretch o're Babel's Tower And sandy Libya shall obey his power Him the vast Earth undoubted Lord shall style From wide Euphrates to the secret Nile A Row of glorious Worthies then shall reign Defend Judea and her Right maintain Tho' wicked Kings shall harm thy race and Thee Thy Seed shall rise like Rocks a bove the Sea ●o root thee out tho' a whole World combine ●o human Forces can resist Divine Commanding Judah shall her Sceptre bear And rule till Promis'd Shilo shall appear The Promis'd Shilo the Mysterious King Tho gave thee Birth from thy bright Loyns shall spring The bending Clouds he shall unseen divide And without grief leave his great Father's side Whilst Angels gaze whilst all the Spirits above And God himself shall wonder at his Love No Heav'nly Sings the Deity proclaims No Arms no Lightning no avenging Flames No good he comes so humble and so mild Not like a Thunderer but like a Child Then Eden's Garden shall again Display It 's Beaut'ous Beams and make Eternal day Then happy Man immortal Fruit shall see And without danger tast the Second Tree He spake Vast Joy did David's heart invade He took his Lyre and Wondrously he plaid If wondrous Mercy No unchast Desire Did the great Poet 's Heav'nly Thoughts inspire He Sung nor could Bersaba now Beguile His Lute or Hearts-Strings with an Am'rous smile To God his Lute resourds to God alike His Lute and Heart in equal Numbers strike FINIS ERRATA IN the Preface p. 1. l. 9. at the latter end dele the p. 4. l. 11. d. ● p. ib. l. 20. r. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 p. 6. l. 2. r. Ghost p. 7. l. 15. r. or Furies In the Verses fol 6. l. 6. r. Domestick