Second PART

From Egypt, thou did'st bring a Vine, Under Oppression bred; The Heathen, noxious Weeds, cast out, And plant it in their Stead. Before it thou prepared'st Room, Where it was meant to stand; There thou did'st make it take deep Root, It grew, and fill'd the Land. It's Shade did Mountains over-cast, And Boughs God's Cedars hide. Her Arms stretch'd to the Western Sea, Her Branch Euphrates Side. Oh! why then hast thou broken down Her Hedge, and laid her bare? That all the Passengers that Way, Do her in Pieces tear. The Boar, out of the Wood, doth root, And sadly lay it waste; The wild Beasts of the Field do make Her Clusters their Repast.