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At length'tis morn, and'at the dawn of day
Along the wide canals the Zephyrs play;
Fresh o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep,
And shake the neighb'ring wood to banish'fleep.
Up rise the guests, obedient to the call,
An early banquet deck'd the fplendid hall;
Rich.luscious wine a golden goblet grac’d,
Which the kind master forc'd the guests to taste.
Then pleas'd and thankful, from the porch they go;
And, but the landlord, none had cause of woe ;
His Cup was vanish'd , for in secret guise
The younger guest purloin’d the glitt'ring prize.
As one who spies a ferpent in his way,
Glist'ning and balking in the summer ray,
Disorder'd stops to fhun the danger near,
Then walks with faintness on, and looks with fear;
So feem'd the fire, when far upon the road,
The thining Spoil his wiley partner show'd.
He stopp'd with filence, walk'd with trembling heart,
And much he wilh’d, but durft not ask to part:
Murmuring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard,
That gen'rous actions meet a base reward.
While thus they pass, the sun his glory shrouds,
The changing skies hang out their fable clouds;
A found in air presag'd approaching rain,
And beasts to covert fcud a-cross the plain.
Warn’d by the signs, the wan’dring pair retreat
To seek for shelter at a neighb'ring feat.
“Twas built with turrets, on a rising ground,
And strong, and large, and unimprov'd around
Its owner's temper, tim rous and severe,
Unkind and griping, caus’d a desert there.
As near the Mifer's heavy doors they drew,
Fierce rifing gufts with sudden fury blew,
The nimble light'ning mix'd with show'rs Began,
And o'er their heads loud-rolling thunder ran.
Here long they knock, but knock or call in vain,
Driv'n by the wind, and batter'd by the rain.
At length some pity warm'd the master's breast,
('Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a guest)
Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care,
And half he welcomes in the fhiv'ring pair;
One frugal faggot lights the naked walls,
And nature's fervour through their limbs recalls:
Bread of the coarseft fort, with eager wine,
(Each hardly granted) serv'd them both to dine;
And when the tempest first appear'd to cease,
A ready warning bid them part in peace.
With still remark the pond'ring Hermit view'd
In one so rich, a life so poor and rude ;
And why should such (within hiraselt he cry’d)
Lock the lost wealth a thousand want beside ?
But what new marks of wonder soon took place,
In ev'ry settling feature of his face !
When from his veft the young companion bore
That Cup, the gen'rous landlord own'd before,
And paid profusely with the precious bowl
The Itinted kindness of this churlith foul.
But now the clouds in airy tumult fly,
The fun emerging opes an azure sky;
A fresher green the smelling leaves display,
And glitt'ring as they tremble, cheer the day:
The weath 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 travel of uncertain thought;
His partner's acts without their caufe appear,
[was there a vice, and seem'd a madness here:
Detesting that, and pitying this he goes,
Lost and confounded with the various shows.
Now night's dim shades again involve the sky;
Again the wand'rers want a place to lie,
Again they search, and find a lodging nigh,
The soil improv'd around, the manfion neat,
And neither poorly low, nor idly great:
It seem'd to speak its master's turn of mind,
Content, and not for praise, but virtue kind.
Hither the walkers turn with weary feet,
Then bless the manfion, and the master greet:
Their greeting fair, bestow'd with modest guise,
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 costly cheer.
He spoke, and bid the welcome table spread,
Then talk'd of virtue till the time of bed,
When the grave houshold round his hall repair,
Warn’d by a bell, and close the hours with pray'r.
At length the world renew'd by calm reposeë.
Was strong for toil, the dappled morn arose;
pilgrims part, the younger crept, Near the closd cradle where an infant Nept, And writh'd his neck: the landlord's little pride, strange return ! grew black, and gasp?d, and dy'de lorror of horrors ! what! his only son!
How look'd our hermit when the fact was done?
Not hell, tho'hell's black jaws in funder part,
And breathe blue fire, could more assault his heart.
Confus'd, and struck with silence at the deed,
He fies, but trembling fails to fly with speed,
His steps the youth pursues; the country lay
Perplex'd with roads, a servant show'd the way:
A river cross’d the path; the passage o'er
Was nice to find; the servant trod before ;;
Long arms of oaks an open bridge supply'd,
And deep the waves beneath the bending glide.
The youth, who feemd to watch a time to sin,
Approach'd the careless guide, and thrust him in ;
Plunging he falls, and rising lifts his head,
Then flashing turns, and links among the dead.
Wild, sparkling rage infames the father's eyes,
He bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries,
Detested wretch ! but scarce his speech began,
When the strange partner seem'd no longer man:
His youthful face grew more serenely sweet ;
His robe turn’d:white, and flow'd upon his feet
Fair rounds of radiant points inveft his hair;
Celestial odours breathe through purpled air;
And wings, whose colours glitter'd on the day,
Wide at his back their gradual plumes display.
The form ethereal bursts upon his fight,
And, moves in all the majesty of light.
Though loud at first the pilgrim's passion grew,
Sudden he gaz'd, and wist not what to do;
Surprize in secret chains his words fufpends,
And in a calm his fettling 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, fuccefs in our bright region find,
And force an angel down to calm thy mind;
For this commission'd, I forsook the sky:
Nay, cease to kneel – Thy fellow-fervant I.
Then know the truth of government divine,
And let these scruples be no longer thine.
The Maker juftly claims that world he made,
In this the right of Providence is laid;
Its sacred Majesty through all depends
On using second means to work his ends :
'Tis thus, withdrawn in ftate 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 ftill.
What ftrange 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 loft,
And ftill be 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 compaffion touch his grateful soul.
Thus artists melt the fullen ore of lead,
With beaping coals of fire upon its head;
In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow,
And, loose from drofs, the silver runs below.
Long had our pious Friend in virtue trod,
But now the child half-weand 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 fave the father, took the fon.
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 duft,
Now owns in tears the punishment was just.
But how had all his fortune felt a wrack,
Had that false Servant fped 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 fia no more.
On founding pinions here the youth withdrew,
The fage stood wond'ring, as the Seraph Aew.
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 wilh'd to follow too.
The bending Hermit here a pray'r begun,
Lord! as in beav'n, on earth thy will be done.
Then gladly turning, fought his ancient place,
And pass'd a life of piety and peace.
A FAIRY TALE, in the ancient English Stile.
I W Bent midnight Faeries daunc'd
Liv'd Edwin of the green;
Edwin, I wis, a gentle youth,
Endow'd with courage, fenfe and truth,
Tho? badly shap'd he been.
His mountain-back mote well be said
To measure height against his head,
And lift itself above :
Yet spite of all that nature did:
To make his ancouth form forbid,
This creature dar'd: to love.
He felt the charms of Edith's eyes,
Nor wanted hope to gain the prize,
Could ladies look within ;
But one Sir Topaz dress'd with art,
And, if a shape cou'd win a heart,
He had a shape to win.
Edwin (if. right I read my song)
With Nighred paffion pac'd along:
All in the moony light: