Classic Poem

1.

While, cloth'd with pow'r divine, their bar
Earth's Lords have fix'd, a mightier far
Amidst the Consistory stands,
And justice from their lips demands.

2.

How long shall your unequal scale
Thus bid the impious cause prevail?
Why are your thoughts by Falsehood sway'd,
And not in Reason's balance weigh'd?

3.

Let Law the Orphan's claim secure;
Lend to the helpless and the poor
Your willing ear; assert their right,
And save them from oppressive might.

4.

In vain I call: Their stubborn mind
To blackest darkness is resign'd,
While Earth the dire confusion feels,
And, groaning, to her centre reels.

5.

Gods Ye were nam'd; Earth's tribes in You
The Sons of Heav'n's high Monarch view;
But Death your frailty shall betray,
And mix with vulgar mould your clay.

6.

Rise, mightiest King, to judgment rise,
Th' oppress'd redeem, the proud chastise,
Till Man's whole offspring Thee alone
Their Lord and just Possessor own.