Which his own hands in marble tables writes;
Great Nature’s transcript, and eternal law,
Whence future sages shall their models draw;
Wise Greece and haughty Rome are here surpass’d,
Each word, each tittle here, shall earth and heaven outlast.”
The next extract is taken from the piece describing the pestilence, which was sent on account of David numbering the people. David having laid aside his crown, clothes himself in sackcloth, puts ashes on his head, falls prostrate on the ground and begins to pray:—
“Mild Pity heard, and prostrate at the throne
Presents his prayers, and added of her own;
The Father smiles and grants; she shoots away
Beyond the confines of eternal day;