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When the grave houshold round his hall repair,

Warn'd hy a hell, and clofe the day with pray'r.

At length the world, renew'd hy calm repofe, Was strong for toil; the dappled morn arofe; Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept Near the clos'd cradle where an infant flept, And writh'd his neck: the landlord's little pride, O strange return! grew hlack, and galp'd, and dy'd. Horror of horrors! what! his only fon? How look'd our Hermit when the fact was done? Not Hell, though Hell's hlack jaws in funder part, And hreathe hlue sire, could more assault his heart.

ConfusM, and struck with silence at the deed, He flies; hut, tremhlmg, tails to fly with fpeed. His steps the youth purfues; the country lay Perplex'd with roads, a fervant shew'd the way; A river crofsM the path; the passage o'er Was nice to sind; the fervant trod hefore :. Long arms of oaks an open hridge fupply And deep the waves heneath the hending glide. The youth, who feem'd to watch a tim« to sin, Approach'd the carelefs guide, and thrust him in: Plunging he falls, and rising lifts his head; Then flafliing turns, and sinks among the dead. 1 i

Wild fparkling rage inflames the father's eyes; He hursts the hands of fear, and madly cries, (- f ** Detested wretch !"—But fcarce his fpeech hegan. When the"strange partner fceui'd no longer man: His youthful face grew more ferenely fweet; His rohe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet; Fair rounds of radiant points infest his hair; Celellial-odours hreathe through purpled air'

And wings', whofe colours glitt'red on the day,
I Wide at his back their gradual plumes difplay.
! The form ethereal bursts upon his sight,
And moves in all the majesty of light.

Though lorid at sirst: the Pilgrim's passion grew,
Sudden he gaz'd, and wist not what to do;
Surprife in fecret chains his words fufpends,
t And in a calm his fettling temper ends.

But filence here the beauteous Angel broke, | {The voice of mufic ravifh'd as he fpoke :)

'Thy pray'r, thy praife, thy life to vice unknown, la fweet memorial rife before the throne: cfe charms fuccefs in our bright region sind, jAid force an angel down to calm thy mind; 5^1 For this commisiion'd I forfook the sky— ay, ceafe to kneel!—thy fellow-fervant I. 4 Then know the truth of government Divine, ^nd let thefe fcruples be no longer thioe. 'The Maker justly claims that world he made, i this the right of Providence is laid; i facred Majesty through all depends lOn using fecond means to work his ends;

is thus, withdrawn in state from human eye, The Pow'r exerts his attributes on high; |Your actions ufes, nor controuls your will, ^nd bids the doubting fons of men be still, 'What strange events can strike with mote furprife, Than thofe which lately struck thy wond'ring eyes? Yet taught by thefe, confefs th' Almighty just; And where you can't unriddle, learn to trust. * The great vain man, w ho far'd on costly food, /hose life was too luxurious to be good;

Who made his iv'ry stands with goblets fliine,
^iki forc'd his guests to morning draughts of wine j
Has, with the cup, the gracelefs custom lost,
And still he welcomes but with lefs of cost.

• The mean fufpicious wretch, whole b Jted door
Ne'er mov'd in pity to the wand'ring poor,
With him I left the cup, to teach his mind
That Heav'n can blefs, if mortals will be kind.
Confcious of wanting worth, he views the bow J,
And feels compalfion touch bis grateful fouL
Thus artists melt the fullen ore of lead,

With heaping coals of sire upon its head;
In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow.
And, loofe from drofs, the stiver runs below.
'Long had our pious friend in virtue trod,

But now the child half-wean'd his heait from God j

(Child of his age !) for him he liv'd in paio.

And meafur'd back his steps to earth again.

To what excesses had his dotage run!

But God to fave the father took the fon.

To all but thee in sits it fcem'd to go;

(And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow.)

The poor fond parent, humbled in the dust.

Now owns in tears the punifhment was just.
'But how had all his fortunes felt a wrack.

Had that falfe fervant fped in fafety back 1

This night his treafur'd heaps he meant to steal;

And what a fund of charity would 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 withdrew;

The Sage siood waud'j-mg as the Seraph stow.

Tfmslook'd Eliiha, when, to mount on high,
His master took the chariot of the sky:
The siery pomp afoending left the view;
The prophet gaz'd, and with'd to follow too.
The bending Hermit here a prayer begun:
T&rd! as in hea-v'nr on earth thy will he done!
Then, gladly turning, fought his ancient place,
And paiVd a life of piety and peace.


tailing, peace of mind! .
Sweet delight of human kind!
Heav'nly born, and bred on high,
To crown the fav'rites of the sky
Wit!i more of happinefs below
Than victors in a triumph know f
Whither, O whither art thou fled,
To- lay thy meek contented head!
'What happy region dost; thou pleafe
To make the feat of culms and eafe?

Ambition fearches all it*.fphere
Of pomp and slate, to meet ihee there;
Increafmg avarice would find
Thy prefence in its gold inihrin'd:
The bold adventurer ploughs his way
Through rocks, amidst the foaming fea,
To gain thy love; and then perceives
Thou wert not in the rocks and waves.
The silent heart which grief afiails,
TrtÆdi foft and lonefome p'er the valo^.

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Sees daisies open, rivers run,
And feeks (as I have vainly done)
Amusing thought; but learns to know
That folitude's the nurfe of woe*
No real happinefs is found
In trailing purple o'er the grounds
Or in a foul exalted high,
To range the circuit of the sky.
Converfe with stars above, and k now
All nature in its forms below;
The rest it feeks, in feeking dies,
And doubts at last for knowledge rife.

Lovely, lasting Peace, appear!
This world itfelf, if thou art here,
Is once again with Eden blest,,
Apd man contains it in his breast,

Twas thus, as under shade I stood,
I fung my wishes to the wood,
And lost in thought no more perceivM
The branches whifper as they wav'd:
It feem'd, as all the quiet place
Confefs'd the prefence of the Grace,
When thus she fpoke—Go, rule thy will.
Bid thy wild pasfions all be still;
Know God—and bring thy heart to know
The joys which from religion flow:
Then ev'ry grace shall prove its guest,
And I'll be there to crown the rest.

Oh! by yonder mossy feat,
\n my hours of fweet retreat,
Might I thus my foul employ,
WUh fenfe of gratitude andjoy i

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