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Fair Rounds of radiant Points invest his Hair; Celestial Odours breathe thro' purpled Air: And Wings, whose Colours glitter'd on the

Day, Wide at his Back their gradual Plumes dir

play. The Form etherial, bursts upon his Sight, And moves in all the Majesty of Light.

Thoʻloud at firft the Pilgrim's Paffion grew, Sudden he gaz'd, and wist not what to do ; Surprize, in secret Chains, his Words sur

pends, And, in a Calm, his settling Temper ends. But Silence here the beauteous Angel broke, (The Voice of Music ravish'd as he spoke.) Thy Pray’r, thy Praise, thy Life to Vice

unknown, In sweet Memorial rise before the Throne : These Charms, Success in our bright Region

find, And force an Angel down to calm thy Mind; For this commiffion'd, I forsook the Sky; Nay, cease to kneel-Thy Fellow Servant I. Then know the Truth of Government di

vine, And let these Scruples be no longer thine.

The Maker justly claims that World he made, In this the Right of Providence is laid ; Its sacred Majesty thro' all depends On using second Means to work his Ends.

'Tis thus, withdrawn in State from human

Eye, The Pow'r exerts his Attributes on high, Your Actions uses, nor controuls your Will, And bids the doubting Sons of Men be still. What strange Events can strike with more

Surprize, Than those which lately struck thy wond'ring

Eyes? Yet taught by these, confess th’Almighty just, And, where you can't unriddle, learn to trust. The great, vain Man, who far'd on costly

Food, Whose Life was too luxurious to be good; Who made his Iv'ry Stands with Goblets shine, And forc'd his Guests to Morning Draughts of

Wine, Has, with the Cup, the graceless Custom lost, And still he welcomes, but with less of Coft. The mean, fufpicious Wretch, whose bolted

Door, Ne'er mov'd in Duty to the wand'ring Poor; With him I left the Cup, to teach his Mind, That Heav'n can bless, if Mortals will be kind. Conscious of wanting Worth, he views the Bowl, And feels Compassion touch his grateful Soul. Thus Artists melt the fullen Ore of Lead, With heaping Coals of Fire, upon its Head; In the kind Warmth the Metal learns to glow, And, loose from Dross, the Silver runs below.

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Long had our pious Friend in Virtue trod, But now the Child half-wean'd his Heart from

God; (Child of his Age) for him he liv'd in Pain, And measur'd back his Steps to Earth again. To what Excesses had his Dotage run? But God, to save the Father, took the Son. To all but thee, in Fits he seem'd to go, (And 'twas my Ministry to deal the Blow.) The poor fond Parent, humbled in the Dust, Now owns, in Tears, the Punishment was

just. But how had all his Fortune felt a Wrack, Had that false Servant sped in Safety back? This Night his treasur’d Heaps he meant to

steal, And what a Fund of Charity wou'd fail ! Thus Heav'n instructs thy Mind; this Trial

o'er, Depart in Peace, resign, and sin no more. On founding Pinions here the Youth with

drew, The Sage stood wond'ring as the Seraph flew. Thus look'd Elisha, when, to mount on

high, His Master took the Chariot of the Sky. The fiery Pomp ascending left the View; The Prophet gaz'd, and wish'd to follow



The bending Hermit here a Pray'r begun, Lord! as in Heav'n, on Earth thy Will be

done. Then gladly turning, fought his ancient Place, And pass’d a Life of Piety and Peace.





HE Morning blush'd with vivid Red,

And Night in fullen Silence filed;
Sad Philomel no more complains,
The Lark begins his sprightly Strains ;
Light paints the Flow'rs of various Hue,
And sparkles in the pendant Dew :
Life moves o’er all the quicken'd Green,
And Beauty reigns, unrivald Queen.

Green as the Leaf on which he lay,
A Catterpillar wak’d to Day;
And look'd around, and chanc'd to 'py
A Leaf of more inviting Dye ;
From where he lay, he crawld, and found,
The verdant Spot's indented bound;
Stretch'd from the Verge, he strove to gain
The neighb'ring Leaf, but strove in vain.

In that nice Moment, prompt to fave,
A Brother Worm this Warning gave.

“ O! turn, advent'rous as thou art,
Nor hence, deceiv'd by Hope, depart:
What tho' the Leaf, that tempts thee, shows
More tasteful Food, more foft Repose;
What, tho’ with brighter Spangles gay,
Its Dew reflects an earlier Ray?
O! think what Dangers guard the Prize ;
O! think what Dangers, and be wise !
The Pass from Leaf to Leaf forbear;
Behold how high they wave in Air !
And shou’dst thou fall, tremendous Thought!
What Ruin wou'd avenge thy Fault ?
Thy mangled Carcase, writh'd with Pain,
Shall mark with Blood the dusty Plain.
Then Death, the Dread of all below,
Thy Wish-alone can end thy Woe.
Untimely Death, for now to die,
Is ne'er to rise a Butterfly."
• A Butterfly!' th' Advent'rer cries,
s What's that?' o A Bird," his Friend

replies, To which this reptile Form shall rise ; The joyful Season Time shall bring, He bears it on his rapid Wing. An Age there is, when all our Kind Disdain the Ground, and mount the Wind : And shou’d'st thou, Friend, this Age attain (With Haste the Worm reply'd again)

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