When lo, a long expected day appears, Sought for above a hundred rowling years; A day i'th' register of Doom set down, Presents 'em with an Heir of _Israels_ Crown. Here their vast hopes of the rich _Israels_ spoils, Requites the pains of their long Ages Toyls. _Baals_ Banners now i'th' face of day shall march, With Heav'ns bright Roof for his Triumphal Arch. His lurking Missioners shall now no more From Forreign Schools in borrow'd shapes come o're; Convert by Moon-light, and their Mystick Rites Preach to poor Female half-Soul'd Proselytes. An all-commanding Dragon now shall soar, Where the poor Serpents onely crawl'd before. _Baals_ Restoration, that most blest Design, } Now the great work of Majesty, shall shine, } Made by his consecrating hand Divine. } He shall new plant their Groves with each blest Tree, A graft of an Imperial Nursery. In the kind Air of this new _Eden_ blest, Percht on each bough, and Palaces their nest; No more by frighting Laws forc'd t'obscure flight, And gloomy walks, like obscene Birds of Night; Their warbling Notes like _Philomel_ shall sing, And like the Bird of _Paradise_ their wing. Thus _Israels_ Heir their ravisht Souls all fired; For all things to their ardent hopes conspired. His very youth a Bigot Mother bred, And tainted even the Milk on which he fed. Him onely of her Sons design'd for _Baals_ Great Champion 'gainst _Jerusalems_ proud Walls; Him dipt in _Stygian_ Lake, by timely craft, Invulnerable made against Truths pointed shaft. But to confirm his early poyson'd Faith, 'Twas in the cursed Forreign Tents of _Gath_, 'Twas there that he was lost. There _Absolon_ By _Davids_ fatal Banishment undone, Saw their false Gods till in their Fires he burn'd, Truths Manna, for _Egyptian_ Fleshpots, scorn'd. Not _David_ so; for he Faiths Champion Lord, Their Altars loath'd, and prophane Rites abhorr'd: Whilst his firm Soul on wings of _Cherubs_ rod, And tun'd his Lyre to nought but _Abrahams_ God. Thus the gay _Israel_ her long Tears quite dry'd, Her restor'd _David_ met in all her Pride, Three Brothers saw by Miracle brought back, Like _Noahs_ Sons sav'd from the worlds great wrack; An unbelieving _Ham_ graced on each hand, 'Twixt God-like _Shem_, and pious _Japhet_ stand.