Poetry: Sonnet

Bewurel The Isrealite ofoid, who tore The üonin his pa tb, - when poor nnii blind, Hesaw tliü ble3sed liht of heiven no more, Sliorn of his no!le sirength and forced to grint In prison, and nt last led l'orth to be A pander to Philisiine revelry, - Upon the pillars of the temple laid His desperate linnds, and in itsoverthrow Destroyed h niself, and with hirn those who made A cruel moekcry of his sightlcss woei The poor, blind slave, the scofl'and jest of all. Expired, and thousanda perished in the falll Therc is a poor. blind Sainson n this land, Sliorn of his strength, and bound in honda of steel, Who may, in sooie grim revel, raise his Iwnid, And shake the pillars ot this Common wcal, Till the vast temple of our liberties A shapeless mnss of wreek and rubbish lies.