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' Be more devoutly felt ? Parent of Good ! 



" It will not. Here then, fhall the proftrate heart, 57* 



" That deeply feels thy prefence, lift its pray'r . 



" But what has he to afk who nothing needs, 



" Save, what unafk'd, is, from thy heav'n of heav'ns 



" Giv'n in diurnal good ? Yet, holy Power ! 



" Do all that call thee Father thus exult 575 



" In thy propitious prefence ? Sidon finks 



" Beneath a tyrant's fcourge. Parent of Good! 



" Oh free my captive country." Sudden here 



He paus'd and figh'd. And now, the raptur'd crowd 



Murmur' d applaufe : he heard, he turn'd, and faw 580 



The King of Macedon with eager ftep 



Burft from his warrior phalanx. From the youth, 



Who bore its ftate, the conqueror's own right hand 



Snatch'd the rich wreath, and bound it on his brow. 



His fwift attendants o'er his flioulders caft 585 



The robe of empire, while the trumpet's voice 



Proclaim'd him king of Sidon. Stern he flood, 



Or, if he fmil'd, 'twas a contemptuous fmile, 



That 



