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world recedes j it difappears! f'n opens on my eyes! my ears With founds feraphic ring!" Si, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! JGrave! where is thy victory? IO Death! where is thy sting?



Far in a wild, unknown to puhlic view, rom youth to age a rev'rend Hermit grew; The mofs his hed, the cave his humhle cell,

Iriis food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pafs'd his days, Pray'r all his husinefs, all his pleafure praife*

| A life fo facred, fuch ferene repofe,
Seem'd heav'n itfelf, till one fuggestion rofe—
That Vice fhould triumph, Virtue Vice ohey;

F'Th« fprung some douht of Providence's fway:
His hopes no more a certain profpect hoast,
And all the tenor of his foul is lost.

E So when a fmooth expanfe receives imprest

L Calm Nature's image on its watry hreast,
Down hend the hanks, the trees depending grow,
And fkies heneath with anfwering colours glow:
'But if a stone the gentle sea divide,
^'vift ruffling circles curl on ev'ry side,

And glimm'ring fragments of a hroken fun ,
Banks, trees, and skies in thick diforder run.

To clear this douht, to know the world hy
To sind if hooks, or fwains, report it right;
(For yet hy fwains alone the world he knew,
Whofe feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew
He quits his cell; the pilgrim-staff he hore $
And six'd the fcallop in his hat hefore;
Then with the rifmg fun a journey went,
Sedate to think, and watching each event.

The morn was wasted in the pathlefs grafs,
And long and lonefome was the wild to pafs j
Eut when the fouthern fun had warm'd the day,
A youth came posting o'er, a crossing way j
His raiment decent, his complexion fair,
And foft m graceful ringlets wav'd his hair:
Then near approaching, * Father, hail ( he cry'd;
And * Hail, my fon I' the rer'rend sire replyM:
Words follow'd words, from question anfwer flowM,
And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road;
Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part,
While in their age they differ, join in heart.
Thus stands an aged elm in ivy hound,
Thus youthful ivy clafps an elm around.

Now funk the fun $ the closing hour of day Catne onwird, mantled o'er with foher gray; Karure in hlence hid the world repofe; . When near the road a stately palace rofe: There, hy the moon, thro' ranks of trees they pafsi Whofe verdure crowifd their sioping sides of grafs. It ch mc'd the nohle master of the dome ottli made his houfe the wand'nng stranger's home

ITT PRECEPTOR. SJ et still the kindnefs, from a thirst'of praise, PrcVd the vain flourilh of expensive eafe. .The pair arrive: the livery'd fervants wait; Their lord receives them at the pompous gate. .The table groans with costly piles of food', rf&ild all i- more than hofpitably good. .Then led to rest the day's long toil they drown, .Peep funk in fleep, and silk, and heaps of down. i At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day lAlong the wide canal the zephyrs play; Fresh o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep, iAnd fhako the neighbouring wood to baniih lleep. JVp rife the'guests, obedient to the call; An early banquet deck'd th; fplendid hall; R,ch, lufcious wine a golden goblet grae'd', Which tliekind master foie'd the guests to taste. "Then, pleas'd and thankful, from the porch they go.

fAnd, but ihe landlord, none h -d caufe of woe: His cup was vaniSi'd; for in fecret guife

she younger guest purloin'd the giitt'ring prize. As one that fpies a ferpent in his way, st'iiini; and balking in the fummer ray, I'd, stops to fhun the d.mger near, I wilks with faintnefs on, and looks with fear; li fc:r. J the sire; when, far upon the road, ut shiiiing fpoil his wily partner ihow'd. f llOjip'd with silence, walk'd with trembling heart, 1 much he wish'd, but durst not alk to part: lrm'r'in4 he lists his eyes, and thinks it hard

as actions meet a b-'fe reward. Vbile thus they pafs, the fun his clory ihrou!i, j Changing Ikies hang out their fable clouds j

A found in air prefag'd approaching rain, And heasts to covert fcud acrofs the plain. Warn'd hy the signs, the wand'ring pair retreat To feek for seeker at a neighh'ring feat. •Twas huiit with turrets on a rising ground. And strong, and large, and unimprov'd around j Its owner's temper, tim'rous and fevere, Unkind and griping, caus'd a defert there. As near the mifer's heavy door they drew, Fierce rising gusts with fudden fury hlew; The nimhle light'ning mix'd with show'rs began. And o'er their heads loud rolling thunder ran. Here long they knock, hut knock or call in vain, Dtiv'n hy the wind, and hatter'd hy the rain. At length fome pity warm'd the master's hreast, ('Twas then his threfhold sirst receiv'd a guest): . Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care. And half he welcomes in the shiv'ring pair; One frugal faggot lights the naked walls, And nature's fervor through their limhs recals: Bread of the coarfest fort, with meager wine, (Each hardly granted), ferv'd them hoth to dine; And when the tempest sirst appear'd to ceafe, A reatly warning hid them part in peace.

With still remark the ponJ'ring Hermit view'd,' In one fo rich, a life fo poor and rude; And why fhould fuch (within himfelf he cry'd) . Lock the lost wealth a thoufand want heside? But what ntw marks of wondet foon take place In ev'ry fettling feature of his face, When from his vest the young companion hore That cup the gen'rous landlord own'd hefore


'Aud paid profufely with the precious bowl
The stinted kindnefe of this churlilh foul 1

But now the clouds in airy tumult fly;
The fun emerging opes an azure fky \
A fresher green the fmelling leaves-difplay,
And, glitt'ring as they tremble, cheer the day:
The weather courts them from the poor retreat,
And the glad master bolts the wary gate.

While hence they walk the Pilgrim's bofom wrought
With all the travail of uncertain thought:
His partner's acts without their caufe appear;
iTwas there a vice, and feemM a madnefs here;
Detesting that, and pitying this he goes,
Lost and confounded with the various fhows.

Now Night's dim fhades again involve the Iky;
Again the wand'rers. want a place to lie;
Again they fearch, and sind a lodging nigh.
The foil improv'd around, the mansion neat,
And neither poorly low, nor idly great;
It feem'd to fpeak the master's turn of mind,
Content, and not for praife but virtue kind.

Hither the walkers turn their weary feet,
Then blefs the mansion, and the master greet.
Their greeting fair, bestow'd with modest guife,
The courteous master hears, and thus replies :—

"Without a vain, without a grudging heart,
To Him who gives us all I yield a part;
From Him you come, for Him accept it here,
A frank and sober, more than cosily cheer."
He fpoke, and bid the w elcome table fpread,
Then, talk'd of virtue till the time of bed;


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