Thence Arts, Inventions, Sciences were Known.
Thence Divine _Moses_, with exalted thought,
In _Hebrew_ Lines the _Worlds Beginning_ wrote.

[_The Progress of Poetry._]

The Gift of Verse descended to the Jews,
Inspir'd with something nobler than a Muse.
Here _Deborah_ in fiery rapture sings,
The Rout of Armies, and the Fall of Kings.
Thy Torrent, _Kison_, shall for ever flow,
Which trampled o'er the Dead, and swept away the Foe.

With Songs of Triumph, and the Maker's praise,
With Sounding Numbers, and united Lays,
The Seed of _Judah_ to the Battle flew,
And Orders of Destroying Angels drew
To their Victorious side: Who marching round
Their Foes, touch'd Myriads at the signal Sound,
By Harmony they fell, and dy'd without a Wound.
So strong is Verse Divine, when we Proclaim
Thy Power, Eternal Light, and Sing thy Name!

[_Orpheus._]

Nor does it here alone it's Magick show,
But works in Hell, and binds the Fiends below.
So powerful is the Muse! When _David_ plaid,
The Frantick _Dæmon_ heard him, and obey'd.
No Noise, no Hiss: the dumb Apostate lay