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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,
F'Th« fprung some douht of Providence's fway:
E So when a fmooth expanfe receives imprest
L Calm Nature's image on its watry hreast,
And glimm'ring fragments of a hroken fun ,
To clear this douht, to know the world hy
The morn was wasted in the pathlefs grafs,
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
But now the clouds in airy tumult fly;
While hence they walk the Pilgrim's bofom wrought
Now Night's dim fhades again involve the Iky;
Hither the walkers turn their weary feet,
"Without a vain, without a grudging heart,