SAMSON AGONTSTE S A M N. LITTLE onward lend thy guiding hand To thefe dark fleps, a little further on ; For yonder bank hath choice of fun or ihade There I an wont to fit, when any chance Relieves me from my talk of fervile toil, Daily' in the common prifon elfe enjoin'd me, Where I a prifoner chain'd, fcarce freely draw The air imprifon'd alfo, dole and damp, Unwholefome draught : but here 1 feel amends, The breath of fleav'n frell blowing, pure and fvveet; With day-fpring born ; here leave me to retire. u This day a folemn frail the people hold To Dagon their fea-idol, and forbid Laborious works ; unwillingly this refit Their fuperitition yields me ; hence with leave 15 Retiring from the popular noife, I leek This unfrequented place to find fome cafe, Eafe to the body fome, none to the mind From reillefs thoughts, that like a deadly iwarui Of hornets arm'd, no boner found alone, 20 But rufh upon me thronging, and prefent Times pail, what once I was, and what am. hew, 0 wherefore was my birth from fleavin foretold Twice by an Angel, who at laft in fight Of both my parents all in flames afcended is From off the altar, where an offering burn'd, As in a fiery column charloting His god-like prefence, and from fome great ata (31000
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