Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: COMPOSED, ANN. DOM. 1811. WAKE—harp of Sion!—wake the trem- bling strings! Thy realm s restor'd—an alien poet sings!— Arise! depress'd Jerusalem; arise! Exalt thy drooping head—and ope thy tearful eyes! For lo! emerging through the mist of years— Thy light is come! thy Saviour King appears 1 His hand shall prune thy branches—and entwine In Glory's wreaths, his figurative Vine. At length resume the long forgotten song! Such, as of old, thy sacred courts among— Swell'd the full chorus of the Levite choir— When Miriam hymn'd; or .David struck the .: lyre:— For lo!—the hours on Eagle pinions fly! The promis'd " Day spring" issues from on higii! The latter days Heaven's dark decrees unfold— By prophet Bards, and, gifted Seers, foretold: Wars and Convulsions shake the astonish'd World;— O'er guilty realms are vengeful thunders hurl'd; The Man of sin's disclos'd;—the Bookunseal'd; Th' Apocalypse to mortal eye reveal'di— Foredoom'd to waft the scatter'd Exiles o'er, From distant regions, to their long-lost shore, Soon shall the Nation maritime expand Its canvass, freighted to the promis'd land- In solemn Hymns and Hallelujahs join, Amid thy seats;—recover'd Palestine I—- But—who can sing thy renovated state ? Or Armageddon's dreadful strife relate? Awake! (oh! long invok'd) Awake, at length- Arm of the Lord!—put forth thy wonted strength! Awake! (thou scourge retributive of crimes!) As in the days of old—the ancient times— Art thou not it that Rahab cut, of yore ? And stretch'd the Dragon weltering in his gore ? Art thou not it—that clave th' opposing deep,? That gather'd up its waters on a heap ? That wall'd its waves—and led the ransom'd o'er From Egypt's confines to Arabia's shore ?—. But hark!—what sorrow-smitten Mourner sings ? What more than mortal f...