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19 Loose scarfs to fall athwart thy weeds,
When thus she spoke-Go rule thy will, Long palls, drawi, hearses, cover'd steeds,
Bid thy wild pasiions all be still, And plumes of black, that, as they tread,
Know God and bring thy heart to know Nud o'er the 'scutcheons of the dead?
The joys which from religion inw: Nor can the parted body know,
Then every grace shall prove its guest, Nor wants the soul these fornis of woe;
And I'll be there to crown the rest." As men who long in prison dwell,
Oh! by yonder moffy leat, With lamps that glimmer round the cell,
In my hours of sweet retreat, Whene'er their suffering ycars are run,
Might I thus my soul employ, Spring forth to greet the glittering sun:
With sense of gratitude and jog: Such joy, though far transcending sense,
Rais'd as ancient prophets were, Have fious souls at pariing hence.
In heavenly vision, praise, and prayer; On earth, and' in the body plac'd,
Pleasing all men, hurting none, A few, and evil years, they waste :
Pleas'd and bless'd with God alone : But when their chains are cast aside,
Then while the gardens take my ight, See the glad scene unfolding wide,
With all the colours of delight; Clap the glad wing, and tower away,
While silver waters glide along,
To please my ear, and court my rong:
The sun that walks his airy way,
The moon thac shines with borrow'd light;
The stars that gild the gloomy night; Sweet delight of human kind!
The seas thac roll unnumber'd waves; Heavenly born, and bred on high,
The wood that spreads its shady leaves; To crown the favourites of the sky
The field whose ears conceal the grain, With more of happinels below,
The yellow treasure of the plain; Than victors in a triumph know!
All of these, and all I see, Whither, O whither att thou fied,
Should be fung, and sung by me: To lay thy mcek contented head;
They speak their Maker as they can, What happy rcgion dost thou please
But want and ask the tongue of nan.
Go search among your idle dreams,
And find a life of equal bliss,
Or own the next gun in this.
Far in a wild, unknown to public view,
From youth to age a reverend herinit grew; Sees daisies open, rivers run,
The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, And seeks (as I have vainly done)
His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Amusing thought; but learns to know
Remote from men, with God he pass''the daya, v That solitude's the nurse of woe.
Prayer all his business, all his plcasure praise. No real happiness is found
A life so facred, such serene repose, In trailing purple o'er the ground
Seem'd heaven itself, till one suggestion rose; Or in a foul exalted high,
That vice should triumph, virtue vice obey, To range the circuit of the sky,
This sprung fome doubt of Providence's sway: Converse with stars above, and know)
His hopes no more a certain prospect boast, All nature in its forms below;
And all che cenour of his soul is loft: The rest it recks, in seeking dies,
So when a finooth expanse receives imprest And doubrs at last, for knowledge, rise.
Calm oature's inage on its watery breast, Lovely, lasting peace, appear:
Down bend the banks, the trees depending grow, This world itself, if thou art here,
And skies beneath with answering colours glow : ls once again with Eden blest,
But if a stone the gentle rea divide, And man contains it in his breast,
Swift ruffling circles curl on every side, 'Twas thus, as under shade I stood,
And glinimering fragments of a broken fun, I sung my wishes to the wood,
Banks, trees, and skics, in thick disorder run. And, lost in thought, no more perceivid
To clear this doubt, to know the world by light, The branches whisper as they wav'd :
To find if books, or swains, report it right, It seem'd as all the quiet place
(For yet by swains alone the world he knew, Confess'd the presence of his grace.
Whose feet came wandering o'er the nightly dew)
He quits his ccll; the pilgram staff he bore, Warn’d by the signs, the wandeling pair retrcat, ; And fix'd the scallop in his hat before;
To seek for shelter at a neighbouring feat. Then with the fun a rising journey weut,
'Twas built with turrets, or a rising ground, Sedate to think, and watching each event.
And strong, and large, and unimprov'd around; The morn was wasted in the pathless grass, Its owner's temper, timorous and severe, And long and lonefonie was the wild to pass; Unkind and griping, caus'd a desert there. But when the southern sun had warm'd the day, As near the niser's heavy doors they drew, A youth came posting o'er a crossing way;
Fierce rising gufts with sudden fury blew; His raiment decent, his complexion fair,
The nimble lightning mix'd with showers began, And soft in graceful ringlets wav'd his hair, And o'er their heads loud rolling thunders ran. Then near approaching, Facher, hail! he cry'd, Here long they knock, but knock or call in vain, And hail, my son, the reverend fire reply'd; Driven by the wind, and batter'd by the rain. Words follow'd words, from question answer At length some pity warm’d the master's breast flow'd,
('T'was then his threshold first receiv'd a guest); And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road; Slow creeking turns the door with jealous care, Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, And half he welcomes in the shivering pair; While in their age they differ, join in heart. One frugal faggot lights the naked walls, Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound,
And nature's fertour through their limbs recalls.: Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around.
Bread of the coarsest sort, with cager wine, Now sunk the sun; the closing hour of day (Each hardly granted) serv'd them both to dine; Came onv'ard, mantled o'er with fober grey; And when the tenipest first appear’d to cease, Nature in silence bid the world repose;
A ready warning bid them part in peace. When near the road a stately palace rose : (pass, With (till remark the pondering hermit view'd, There, by the moon, through ranks of trees they In one so rich, a life so poor and rude ; Whose verdure crown'd their sloping sides of grass. And why should such, within himself he cry'd, It chanc'd the noble master of the dome
Lock the lost wcalth a thousand want beside ? Still made his house the wandering franger's But what new marks of wonder foon took place, home :
In every settling feature of his face;
generous landlor'd own'd before, The pair arrive : the livery'd servants wait; And paid profusely with the precious bowl Their lord receives them at the pompous gate.
The Itinted kindness of this churlish soul. The table groans with coftly piles of food,
But now the clouds in airy tumult ily; And all is more than hospitably good.
The sun emerging opes an azure sky; Then led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, A fresher green the smelling leaves display, Deep funk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down, And, glittering as they trenible, cheer the day: 1 At length ’tis morn, and at the dawn of day, The weather courts them from the poor retreat, Along the wide canals tlie zephyrs play:
And the glad master bolts the waty gate.
With all the travel of uncertain thought;
'Twas there a vice, and seem'd a madnel's here: Which the kind master forc'd the gueits to taste. Detesting that, and pitying this, he goes, Then, pleas'd and thankful, from the porch they Loft and confounded with the various shows. go;
Now night's dim Mades again involve the sky, And, but the landlord, none had cause of woe; Again the wanderers want a place to lie, His cup was vanifh'd; for in secret guise
Again they search, and find a lodging nigh. The younger guest purloin'd the glittering prizes The soil improv'd around, the mansion neat, As one who spies a serpent in his way,
And neither poorly low, nor idly great : Glistening and balking in the summer ray,
It secm'd to speak its master's turn of mind, Difurder'd stops ro shun the danger near,
Content, and not to praise, but virtue kind. Then walks with faintness on, and looks with Hither the walkers turn with weary feet,
Then blefs the mansion, and the master greet: So seem'd the fire; when far upon the road, Their grecting fair, bestow'd with nodest guise, The shining spoil his wiley partner show’d. The courteous master hears, and thus replies: He stop'd with filence, walk'd with trembling Without a vain, without a grudging heart,, heart,
To him who gives us all; I yield a part; And much he wish'd, but durft not ask to part: From him you come, for him accepe it here, Murmuririg he lists his eyes, and thinks it hard, A frank and fober, more than costly cheer, That generous actions meet a base reward.
He spoke, and bid the welcome table spread, While thus they pass, the sun his glory flirouds, Then talk of virtue till the time of bed; The changing skies hang out their fable clouds ; When the grave household round his liall repair, A found in air presag'd approaching rain,
Warn'd by a bell, and close the hours with And beasts to covert scud across the plain,
Ρ Ο Ε Μ S. At length the world, renew'd by calm repose, Who made his ivory stands with goblets shine, Was strong for toil, the dappled morn arose; And forc'd his guests to morning draughts of wines Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept, Has, with the cup, the graceless custom loit, Near the clos'd cradle where an infant flept, And still he welcomes, but with lefs of cost. And writh'd his neck : the landlord's little pride, The mean, suspicious wretch, whose bolted door O strange return! grew black, and gasp'd, and Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wandering poor ; dy'd.
With him I left the cup, to teach his mind Horror of horrors! what! his only fon!
(That heaven can bless, if mortals will be kind. ) How look'd our hermit when the fact was done; Conscious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, Not hell, though hell's black jaws in sunder part, And feels compassion touch his grateful foul. And breathe blue fire, could more assault his heart. Thus artists melt the fullen ore of lead,
Confus'd, and struck with filence at the decd, With heaping coals of fire upon its head; He flies, but trembling fails to fly with speed. In the kind warnith the metal learns to glow, His steps the youth pursues; the country lay And loose from dross the filver runs below. Perplex'd with roads, a servant show'd the way: Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, A river cross'd the path; the passage o'er
But now the child half weap'd his heart from God; Was nice to find; the servant trod before;
Child of his age) for him he liv'd in pain,
(And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow) Then flashing turns, and links aniong the dead. The poor fond parent, humbled in the dust,
Wild, sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes, Now owns in tears the punishment was just. He burits the bands of fear, and madly cries,
But now had all his fortune felt a wrack, Detested wretch-But scarce his speech began, Had that false servant fped in safety back ; When the strange partner seem'd no longer man : This night his treafur'd heaps he meant to fteal, His youthful face grew more serenely sweet; And what a fund of charity would fail! His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet; Thus Heaven instructs thy mind : this trialo'er, Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair; Depart in peace, resign, and fin no more. Celestial odours breathe through purpled air; On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew, And wings, whose colours glitter'd on the day, The fage stood wondering as the seraph flow. Wide at his back their gradual plumes display. Thus look'd Elisha when, to mount on high, The form exherial burst upon his light,
His master took the chariot of the sky; And moves in all the majesty of light.
The fiery pomp afcending left to view; Though loud at first the pilgrim's passion grew, The prophet gaz'd, and wish'd to follow too. Sudden he gaz'd, and wist not what to do;
The bending hermit here a prayer begui, Surprise in secret chains his words suspends, Lord! as in bearen, on earth tly will be done : And in a calm his settling temper ends.
Then, gladly turning, fought his ancient piace, but silence here the beauteous angel broke And pals'd a life of piety and peace. (The voice of music ravish'd as he spoke). Thy prayer, thy praise, thy life to vice un.
PIETY, OR THE VISION.
When cheerful morning sprung with rising red, Nay, cease to kneel-Thy fellow-fervant I.
When dreams and vapours leave to crowd the brain, Then know the cruth of government divine, And best the vision draws its heavenly scene; And let thesë fcruples be no longer thine.
'Twas then, as flumbering on my couch I lay, The Maker justly claims that world he made, A sudden splendor seem'd to kindle day, In this the right of Providence is laid;
A breeze came breaching in a sweet perfume, Its facred majesty through all depends
Blown from eterual gardens, fill'd the room; On using second means to work his ends :
And in a void of blue, that clouds invest, 'Tis thus, withdrawn in frate from human eye, Appear'd a daughrer of the realms of refl; The Power exerts his attributes on high,
Her head a ring of golden glory wore, Your actions uses nor controls your will,
Her honour'd hand the sacred volume bore, And bids the doubling fons of men be still. Her rainient glittering seem'd a silver white, What strange events can Itrike with more And all her sweet companions Tons of light. surprise,
Straight as I gaz'd, my fear and wonder grew, Than those which lately struck thy wondering eyes? Fear barr'd my voice, and wonder fir'd my view; Yet, taught by these, confess th' Almighty just, When lo! a cherub of the shining crowd And where you can't unriddle, learn to trust : That faild as guardian in her azure cloud,
"The great, vain man, who far'd on costly food, Fann'd the sofc air, and downwards seem'dio glide, Whose life was tuo luxurious to be good; And to my lips a living coal apply'd.
65 his ear;
Then while the warmth o'er all my pulles ran “ 'll bathe my tresses there, my prayers rehearse, Diffusing comfort, thus the maid began :
" And glide in flaines of love along my verse. “ Where glorious mansions are prepar'd above, “ Ah! while I speak, I feel my bosom swell, 66 The sears of music, and the seats of love,
M_ly rapiures Sinother what I long to tell. 66 Thence I descend, and Piety my name,
“T'is God! a prelent God! through cleaving air " To warm thy bosom with celestial fame, “ I see the throne, and see the Jesus there < To teach thee praises mix'd with humble prayers, “ Plac'd on the right. He shews the wounds he * And tune thy soul to sing seraphic airs.
bore • Be thou my bard.” A vial here she caught (My fervours oft have won him chus before); (An angel's hand the crystal vial brought); " How pleas'd he looks! my words have reach'd And as with awful found the word was said, She pour'd a sacred unction on my head;
“ He bids the gates unbar; and calls me near. Then thus proceeded : " Be thy nivíe thy zeal, She ceas'd. The cloud on which she seem'd to Bs Dare to be good, and all my jnys reveal.
tread 0. While other pencils flattering for nas crcate, Its, curls unfolded, and around her spread ; B! And paint the gaudy plumes that deck the great; Bright angels waft their wings to raise the cloud, Be While other pens exalt the vain delight,
And sweep their ivory lures, and sing aloud; " Whose wasteful revel wakes the depth of night; | The scene moves off, while all its ambient íky us or others softly fing in idle lines
Is turn'd to wondrous music as they ily; • How Damon courts, or Amaryllis Chines; And soft the swelling sounds of music grow, F6 More wisely thou select a theme divine,
And faint their softness, till they fail below. " Fame is their recompence, 'tis heaven is chine. My downy sleep the warmth of Phobus broke, " Despise the raptures of discorded fire,
And while my thoughts were settling, thus I spoke. " Where wine, or paflion, or applause inspire Thou beauteous vision! on the soul impress'd, 86 Low restless life, and ravings born of carth, When most my reason would appear to rest, es Whose meaner subjects speak their humble birth, 'Twas sure with pencils dipt in various lights " Like working seas, that, when loud winters Some curious angel limn'd thy sacred sights;
From blazing suns his radiaot gold he drew, " Not made for rising, only rage below.
While moons the silver gave, and air the blue. “ Mine is a warm and yet a lambent heat, I'll mount the roving winds expanded wing, “ Morc lafting still, as more intensely great, And seek the sacred hill, and light to fing; « Produc'd where prayer, and praise, and pleasure ('Tis known in Jewry well) I'll make niy lays, “ breathe,
Obedient to thy suninions, found with praise. " And ever mounting whence it shot beneath. But still I fear, unwarni'd with holy dame, « Unpaint the love, that, hovering over beds, I take for truth the flatteries of a dream; 6. From glittering pinions guilty pleasure sheds; And barely with the wondrous gife I boast, « Restore the colour to the golden mines
And faintly practise what deserves it most. of With which behind the feather'd idol thines; Indulgent Lord! whose gracious love displays " To flowering greens give back their native Joy in the light, and fills the dark with ease! care,
Be this, to bless my days, no dream of bliss; 65 The rose and lily, never his to svear;
Os be, to bless the nights, my dreanis like this. s To sweet Arabia fend the balmy breath; 6* Strip the fair flesh, and call the phantom death : " His bow he fabled o'er, his hafts the'same, " And fork and point them with eternal flame.
BACCHUS; “ But urge thy powers,' thine utmost voice ad
vance, " Make the loud strings against thy fingers dance: THE DRUNKEN METAMORPHOSIS.
'Tis love that angels praise and men adore, « Tis love divine that asks it all and more. As Bacchus, ranging at his leisure, 66 Fling back the gates of ever-blazing day, (Jolly Bacchus, king of pleasure!) « Pour floods of liquid light to gild the way; Charm'd the wide world with drink and dances, " And all in glory wrapt, through paths untrod, And all his thousand airy fancies, 6. Pursue the grcat unseen descent of God.
Alas: he quite forgot the while 66 Hail the meek virgin, bid the child appear, His favourite vines in Lesbos isle. 66 The child is God, and call hirn Jesus here.
The god, returning ere they dy'd, “ He comes, but where to rest? A manger's nigh, Ah! see my jolly fauns, he cry'd, “ Make the great Being in a manger lie;
The leaves but hardly borne are red, 66 Fill the wide sky with angels on the wing, And the bare arms for pity spread: “ Make thousands gaze, and make ten thousand
The beasts affurd a rich manure; sing;
Fly, my boys, to bring the cure; & Let nien afflict him, men he came to save, Up the mountains, o'er the vales, 66 And still affilia him till he reach the grave; Through the woods, and down the dales; « Make him refign'd, his loads of sorrow meet,
For this, if full the cluster grow, 5c And me, like Mary, weep beneath his feet; Your bowls fuall doubly overflow.
PO E MS.
23 So cheer'd with more othcious halte
Gapiog, tender, apt to weep: They bring the dung of every beast;
Their nature's alter'd by the sheep. The loads they wheel, the roots they barc,
'Twas thus one autumn all the crew They lay the rich manure with care ;
(If what the poets say be true) While oft he calls to labour hard,
While Bacchus made the merry feast, And names as oft the red reward.
loclin'd to one or other beast :
He spread the vines of Lesbos ille.
THE HORSE AND THE OLIVE.
With moral tale let ancient wisdom move,
Whilst thus I fing to make the moderns wise. And now the vintage early trod,
Strong Neptune once with sage Minerva (trove, The wines invite the jovial god.
And rising Athens was the vidor's prize.
By Neptune, Plutus (guardian power of gain); Lufty revel join'd with laughter,
By great Minerva, bright Apollo stood : Whim and frolic follow after:
But Jove superior bade the side obtain, The sauns afide the vars remain,
Which best contriv'd to do the nation good. To show the work, and reap the gain, All around, and all around,
Then Neptune triking, from the parted ground They lic to riot on the ground;
The warlike horse came pawing on the plain, A vessel stands amidst the ring,
And as it toft its mane, and pranc'd around, And here they laugh, and there they fing:
By this, he cries, I'll make the people reiga. Or rise a jolly jolly band, And dance about it hand in hand;
The goddess, smiling, gently bow'd her spear, Dance about, and shout amain,
And rather thus they shall be biefs'd, she said: Then fit to laugh and fing again.
Then upwards shooting in the vernal air, Thus they drinks, and thus they play
With loaded boughs the fruitful olive spread. The fun and all their wits away. But, as an ancient author luog,
Joye saw what gift the rural powers design'd; The vine maiur'd with every dung,
And took th' imparcial scales, resolv'd to show, From every creature strangely drew
If greater bliss in warlike pomp we find, A twang of brutal nature 100;
Or in the calm which peaceful times bestow. 'Twas hence in drinking on the lawns New turns of humour leiz'd the fauns.
On Neptune's part he plac'd victorious days, Here one was crying out, By Jove!
Gay trophies won, and fame extending wide; Another, Fight me in the grove;
But plenty, safety, science, arts, and ease, This wounds a friend, and that the trees ;
Minerva's scale with greater weight supply'd. The lion's teniper reign'd in these. Another grins, and leaps about,
Fierce war deyours whom gentle peace would And keeps a merry world of rout,
fave: And talks inipertincntly free,
Sweet peace restores what angry war destroys; And twenty tak the same as he :
Warnade for peace with that rewards the brave, Chattering, idle, airy, kind :
While peace its pleasures from itself enjoys. These take the monkeys turn of niind,
Here one, that saw the nymphs which food Hence vanquish'd Neptune to the sea withdrew, To peep upon them from the wood,
Hence wife Minerva rul'd Achenian lands; Skulks off to try if any maid
Her Athens hence in arts and honours grew, Be lagging late beneath the shade;
And fill her olives deck pacific hands.
From fables, thus disclos'd, a monarch's mind And every glass he drinks enjoys,
May form just rules to choote the truly great, Which change of nonsense, lust, and noise ; And subjects weary'd with distresses find, Mad and careless, hot and vain :
Whose kind endeavours most befriend the state. Such as these the goat retain. Another drinks and casts it
Evin Britain here may learn to place her love, And drinks, and wants another cupi
If citics won her kingdom's wealth have cof; Solemn, filent, and fedate,
If Anna's thoughts the patriot souls approve, Ever long, and ever late,
Whofe care restore that wealth the wars had Full of meats, and full of wine :
lost. This takes his temper from the swine.
Here some who hardly seem to breathe, But if we ask, the moral to disclose, Drink, and hang the jaw beneath.
Whion her best patroness Europa calls,