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Israel's troubles and triumph, or, The history of their dangers in and deliverance out of Egypt as it is recorded by Moses in Exod. and turned into English verse by George Lesly.
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Lesly, George, d. 1701.
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1699
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when Heavens bids him go Distrust no more your God doth undertake This wondrous task and for that end will make Thy pow'rful signs bring down great Pharaoh â—s heart When Aaron as thy mouth shall act his part Exceed not thy commission say no more To him than I to thee have said before This bid him freely unto Pharaoh say Heav'ns chosen Servants must not longer stay In his Dominions their increased woe Is at an end they must to Canaan go I know his rage his fury he 'll deny Thy God or thee in this to gratify From 's hard'ned heart my spirit I 'll remove His Conscience him shall no more warnings give Of my displeasure nor his future state The Devil shall him deceive till it 's too late I 'll blind his judgment so that he shall be The chiefest actor in 's own tragedy ' Like Fish unwary plung'd into the Net ' The more they strike the faster in they get ' So he while all my wonders I have spent ' Not dreaming that his own destructionâ—s meant Shall boldly with enchanting Witch-crafts dare ' The signs by thee and Aaron acted are I know he 'll strive my Outguards to defeat Not knowing that I have more wonders yet At my command whole Armies that can dye His waters Crimson darken his bright Sky My word shall bring poor vermin from their Cells Will him despise and all his Magi's spells The winged Troops I 've ready at my beck His ruin Israel's rescue to effect That tawny King and all his swarthy crew Shall that with vengeance learn they never knew I will the Winds let loose and Seas adjure With him to make the fatal overture For bringing Israel out by my great pow'r I know when you before him next appear Your persons he will scorn yet say draw near You who pretend a message from above Must it confirm by Miracles or prove Your selves Impostors Rebels to my Crown Most willingly say you and then throw down This pregnant Rod which turning to a Snake Shall twist unfold and crawl and strive to take The Royal Scepter out of Pharaoh's hand At which he much affrighted mute will stand Nodding and sighing for his Sophi-band They come He said what think my Priests of this Can you such Serpents turn and make them hiss Alas great Sir said they this fellow's art Was learn'd from us before he did depart Thy Predecessors Court and now he brings Owls into Athens we know better things Look on our Rods Great Sir which we command By all our Deities to turn from our hand As that of his to many Serpents great And when all 's done both his and ours are cheat Legerdemain can make false things appear To th' ignorant as if they real were But here is more said he his swalloweth yours This if a trick I 'm sure 's beyond your pow'rs Well Moses this is fine but yet I must See more and greater things before I trust That you commission have from any God To rob me of my Subjects Aaron's Rod And all your charms for this will prove in vain Once more be gone and from these slights abstain This will not ease but more increase your pain Then turn'd and frown'd and said disdainfully I 'm King of Egypt I your God defie I scorn to think of a superiour Who can make Gods I 'll hear of him no more ' This heard in haste the flaming Seraphs came 'To pay their homage Cherubs did the same ' Say'ng Holy Holy Holy Lord and true ' How long have we blest Spirits honour'd you ' Both night and day not daring once to pry ' Into the secrets of such Majesty ' Yet in our tarvels at your beck we hear ' Proud Mortals talk as they your Rivals were ' Your patience we 've experienc'd in our selves ' Whom you confirm'd in grace but that such elves ' As they should sharers of this goodness be ' Is unto us next to a prodigy ' Since nobler beings for one single fault ' When they attempt your honour to assault ' Receiv'd a present Mittimus to go ' From bliss eternal to eternal woe ' Have you so long domesticks been to me ' And count one single Act a prodigy ' Look back on former ages there you 'll find ' Greater and more done by me of that kind ' My mercy's great and cannot be confin'd ' When all the Sons of men like Pharaoh spoke ' Reproachfully of me and did provoke ' My Justice then I took a fixed time 'To vindicate my self correct that crime ' And so I will do now Take speedy wing To Moses saying you a message bring From me It 's best to see him in the night That he may be prepar'd when it is light To wait on vexed Pharaoh at the River Whose heart is hard and faithless yet as ever And in that state resolves to persevere Tell him from me that when the Monarch views Himself and Aaron coming with fresh news That sight will so exasperate his wrath He 'll threaten both of them with present death Command him not to fear but take his Rod And say once more to him the Hebrews God Scorns his repulses in the business Of Isra'l's going to the Wilderness At his command Shall vile Earthworms deny Their maker and refuse to gratify His just demands his pow'r will make thee know That thou allegiance unto him do'st owe With full obedience Pray Great Sir believe For God commands that I a sign shall give These limpid streams that he made for thy good By this small Rod shall turned be to blood Blood that to thee may fearful loathsome be And all it s sinn'd inhab'tants stupify Thy Rivers shall with blood and fish so stink That thine tho fainting may not of it drink This said the winged Herauld took his flight Leaving his Friend in bed curtain'd with night Whose sleep was broke by th' awful Messenger Who left his errand and did disappear The message Moses must to Pharaoh bear Confused slumbers did again invade The Prophets temples no sound sleep he had Till lofty Titan Earth's Ethereal eye Nights sables tinged with a Rosie dye Which show'd him that the King was passed by He drest and blusht his thoughts were on the River Th' Almighty speaks whose mercy faileth never Whose Judgments slumber not when he begins To bare his arm and punish crying sins Friend Moses do my will it is not hid From thee I 've by my self and Angel bid That thou in this affair should fearless be As Aaron both direction from me From time to time shall have go hand in hand While you have brought my Sons out of the Land Let Aaron take the Rod and shake it over Their Rivers and their Ponds which waters cover And all their Vessels wherein they keep sweet That which they draw for drink and dressing meat For I will turn those waters into blood Because they 've hitherto my power withstood And slain my subjects for this cruel deed They in
expressions to confess his sin To Moses and to Aaron saying thus Egypt is wicked Heav'n is Righteous Good men entreat your God once more for me To cease the Thundâ—rings let the Hail storm be Abated then what you desire I 'll give It is enough if I and mine may live I 'd better lose such Subjects than to hire Them at so dear a rate they shall retire To which the Prophet maketh this reply I must go hence before I lift on high My heart and hands for thee unto the Lord That th' Hail and Thunder may cease at my word And turn to their own elements to show That th' Heav'ns above are Gods and th' Earth below But I am sure when this great plague is o're Thy thoughts will be the same as heretofore Faithless and froward and thy sottish crew Of slavish Subjects will their rage renew The damage done by this seventh plague's so great That with dry Eyes no man can it repeat The Flax now ripe from whence the Staple trade Of Egypt had its rise and Linnen made By subtile corruscations withered The pond'rous Hail its bolls knopt off interr'd And bowing Barley calling for the hand Of nimble Sythe-man buried in the Sand. The Wheat and Rye that did not yet appear Were only sav'd from this great Massacre ' The Judgment must be great all must confess ' When Eden's turn'd into a Wilderness This Pharaoh saw but when thro Moses's pray'r The Sun dispers'd the Clouds and made all fair When Thunder Rain and Hail were called in He waxed worse and added sin to sin Whose ill example was so prevalent With all his Subjects that they likewise bent Their minds on future mischief and deny Their punisher to please or gratify Who now resolv'd on Egypt's desolation And the deliv'ry of the Hebrew Nation Said Moses Go unto the King yet know That I his heart have harden'd he 'll not bow To make my wisdom powâ—r and glory shine For ages after in the eyes of thine By thy instruction and may oft repeat With joy and gratitude the wonders great For their redemption wrought and constant prove To thee their Leader me their great Jehove Away in haste unto the faithless King And say the Hebrews God remembering His Servants slavery and thy peevishness Resolves thy ruin this is the Express He wonders at thy refractory Spirit Which will not humble after thy just merit Hath brought seven plagues 't is time his friends were gone The eighth is near a great and grievous one A dreadful host sent by a scorching wind From the South west will eat that 's left behind That will disrobe thy new-cloath'd Fields and Trees Of all their Summer Glories Liveries And such a Famine bring as heretofore When Jacob's Sons to Egypt first came o'er And greater much because the Hebrew Prince Joseph your Saviour is forgot long since Who like a father furnish'd you with Corn When faint thro hunger you did daily mourn Before his Gate His wise his melting heart Found out new measures by a divine art That might your wants supply and you relieve Not dreaming then that you his race would grieve With stripes disgrace with burthens and with death Revenge implacable and endless wrath These are your crimes and this your punishment To morrow Locusts will from Heav'n be sent Locusts so strange so great so numerous They 'll cover all the Land and fill each House The Land that promis'd you a small supply After the Hail and Rain shall putrifie The fruitful Trees shall shake their Leaves and bare Meadows shall look as Winter had been there Whate'er proud Nile and the attracting Sun Hath forced from the Earth shall be undone Nor shall your Bodies from them be excus'd Such measures you shall have as you have us'd Your Tongues and Hands were sharpen'd and your Swords Destroy'd my people your most pleasant words Like Serpents Vipers and like Wasps did bite The fainting feeble famisht Israelite Their poyson'd stings shall pierce your trembling veins Opening their Sluces as you did the Drains Thro Nile's great banks to vex my Servants hearts That when you feel the fury of their Darts You may bind up not chaff the wound that smarts This when the angry Prophet had exprest Without farewel he leaves him and the rest Unspoken All his Counsellors dismaid Seeing Moses to their King no reverence paid At his departure but with high disdain Show'd by his looks charg'd him once more on pain Of Death in haste to let the people go Cry 't is of God now we must own it so We must submit unto their God's decree And not of our own ruin authors be Tho we could flatter when all things went well We must give over now and frankly tell The King that he not we began this 〈◊〉 In which we 're daily worsted better far It is to yield than wait th' unknown event We see their Magazines cannot be spent They are not men we fight with when the pow'rs Of Heav'n and Earth are raised what are ours A loathsome Louse a Frog a Flie can bring Destruction on us and on our King Come le ts not dally here the Monarch comes Chaffâ—d with the late affront he stares he foams Who dares accost him in this furious mood His trembling shows the thirsteth after blood But we must tâ—y before it be too late With him about this matter to debate Great Sir our grief not boldness makes us offer The Nations state our troubles will not suffer â—onger connivance speedy remedy Must be consulted on 'twixt us and thee Earth Water Fire and Air do all agree Against our Counsels to set Israel free It must be done necessity hath no Law Pray Sir be wise and let the men withdraw My Lords it is not strange that loss and fear Give you occasion to accost my ear With such surprizing Language But I wonder That Jannes Jambres who so oft did Thunder Another Dialect should cringe and truckle Against the rules of their own art and buckle To foreign fancies Yet it grieves me most That this grave Priest should too himself be lost Who Pharaoh wished the fondling brat to kill His Daughters joy before he had done ill All made returns the mighty Lords begin Great Sir the loss is yours we would not sin Against a Prince so glorious so great Against a fertile Land and potent State Of all we must be guilty if we do Our eyes hoodwink our senses brains forego It is the glory of a Courtier First to foresee and then prevent the shower This is our Province time lost to recover Is full of hazard Pray Great Sir give over The Sorcerers in order next appear Blushing with shame and stupifi'd with fear Dread Soveraign say they our mortal state Admits of changes while this grand debate 'Twixt Heav'n and you lay dormant our Ally's Taught us both God and Men how to despise You you great Sir excepted now they flie They dare not ape Heav'ns smallest prodigy Nor