Classic Poem

Lo! there the mighty Warriour lyes,
With all his Lawrels, all his Victories,
To ravenous Fowls, or worse, to his proud Foes, a Prize:
How chang'd from that great Saul! whose generous Aid,
A conqu'ring Army to distressed Jabesh led,
At whose approach Ammon 's proud Tyrant fled:
How chang'd from that great Saul ! whom we saw bring
From vanquish'd Amalek their captive Spoils and King;
When unbid Pity made him Agag spare;
Ah Pity! more than Cruelty found guilty there:
Oft has he made these conquer'd Enemies bow,
By whom himself lies conquer'd now:
At Micmash his great Might they felt and knew,
The same they felt at Dammin too:
Well I remember, when from Helah 's Plain
He came in triumph, met by a numerous Crowd,
Who with glad shouts proclaim'd their Joy aloud;
A Dance of beauteous Virgins led the solemn Train,
And sung and prais'd the man that had his Thousands slain .
Seir, Moab, Zobah felt him, and where e're
He did his glorious Standards bear,
Officious Vict'ry follow'd in the rere:
Success attended still his brandish'd Sword,
And, like the Grave, the gluttonous Blade devour'd:
Slaughter upon its point in triumph sate,
And scatter'd Death, as quick and wide as Fate.