Sometimes they thought he might be only fhewn, And the great Thisbite who on fiery wheels The City of Palms, Enon, and Salem Old, On this fide the broad lake Genezaret, Or in Perea, but return'd in vain. Then on the bank of Jordan, by a Creek, Their unexpected lofs and plaints out breath'd. The The Kingdom shall to Ifrael be restor'd: Thus we rejoyc'd, but foon our joy is turn'd For whither is he gone, what accident Send thy Meffiah forth, the time is come; Thy Glory, free thy people from their yoke, Nor will withdraw him now, nor will recall, Mock us with his bleft fight, then snatch him hence, Soon we shall see our hope, our joy return, Thus Thus they out of their plaints new hope refume To find whom at the first they found unfought: But to his Mother Mary, when she saw Others return'd from Baptifm, not her Son, Nor left at Jordan, tidings of him none; Within her breast, though calm, her breast, though Motherly cares and fears got head, and rais'd [Pure Some troubled thoughts, which she in sighs thus clad. O what avails me now that honour high To have conceiv'd of God, or that falute Hale highly favour'd, among Women bleft; While I to Sorrows am no less advanc'd, And fears as eminent, above the lot Of other Women, by the birth I bore, In fuch a season born when scarce a Shed Could be obtain'd to shelter him or me From the bleak air; a Stable was our warmth, A Manger his, yet foon enforc'd to fly Thence into Egypt, till the Murd'rous King Were dead, who fought his life, and missing fill'd With Infant blood the ftreets of Bethlehem; From Egypt home return'd, in Nazareth Hath been our dwelling many years, his life Private Private, unactive, calm, contemplative, Little suspicious to any King; but now to Man, acknowledg'd, as I hear, Spoken againft, that through my very Soul A fword shall pierce, this is my favour'd lot, My Exaltation to Afflictions high; Afflicted I may be, it seems, and bleft; I will not argue that, nor will repine, But where delays he now? fome great intent He could not lofe himfelf; but went about And And fayings laid up, portending strange events. Since first her Salutation heard, with thoughts The while her Son tracing the Defart wild, All his great work to come before him fet; His end of being on Earth, and mission high: Had left him vacant, and with speed was gon Where all his Potentates in Council fate, There without fign of boaft, or fign of joy Sollicitous and blank he thus began. Princes, Heav'ns ancient Sons, Æthereal Thrones, Demonian Spirits now, from th' Element Each of his reign allotted, rightlier call'd, Pow'rs of Fire, Air, Water, and Earth beneath, So may we hold our place and these mild feats Without new trouble; fuch an Enemy |