LXVI. The barren Fig-treo curfed. Long abftinent, our Lord to faint began For fuch his Frame, in all but Sin, like Man: As chanc'd a Fig-tree near the Road he spy'd, Whose verdant Leaves, and Boughs extended wide, Oft call'd the weary Trav'ler fro his Way, And promis'd Fruit they never meant to pay. Thither he goes, the Tree his Hopes deceives, And nothing found he there but taftless Leaves: No Fruit, he faid, hereafter on thee grow, Nor fhalt thou more deceive with empty fhow: When from the Town ith' morning they return'd, The Apostles faw it wither'd, fear'd, and burn'd, As blafted with the Lightnings piercing Flame, Or Winds that from the fultry Defart came. With Wonder ftruck- How foon 'tis gone they cry'd! Is this so ftrange, our Lord again reply'd? Have but firm Faith in God, you All things may, This Mountain bid remove, this Mountain shall obey, LXVI. St. MARK Chap. XI. Ver. 12, 13, 14. 56. 12. When they were come from Bethany, he was hungry. 13. And feeing a fig-tree afar off, having leaves, he came, if haply he might find any thing thereon: and when he came to it, he found nothing but leaves; for the time of figs was not yet. 14. And Jefus answered and faid unto it, No man cat fruit of thee hereafter for ever, AS LXVII. The Widow and her two Mites." S in the Womens Court our Lord was plac'd, And faw the Gifts were into Corban caft; Handfuls of Gold, which they take care to show To all around, the Rich profufely throw; So large, as tho' they thought just Heav'n to move, Offer'd her two poor Mites, 'twas all her store, LXVII St. MARK Chap. XII. Ver. 42, 43, 44. 42. There came a certain poor widow, and fhe threw in two mites, which make a farthing. 43. And be called unto him his difciples, and faith unto them, Verily I Say unto you, that this poor widow hath caft more in, than all they which have caft into the treasury. 44. For all they did caft in of their abundance: but fhe of her want did caft in all that she had, even all her living. LXIII. Chrift walks on the Sea, and ftills the Tempeft. Hile in the lonely defart Jefus ftaid, WE And all the Night to him who sent him Th' Apoftles, whom embark'd he fent before, there. ---At length he came his faithful Friends to fave, Of one upon the Lake in Tempefts loft. |