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Nature in silence bid the world reposez
When near the road a stately palace rose:
There, by the moon, through ranks of trees they pass,
Whose verdure crown'd their sloping sides of grass.
It chanc'd the noble master of the dome
Still made his house the wandering stranger's home:
Yet still the kindness, from a thirst of praise,
Prov'd the vain flourish of expensive ease.
The pair arrive: the livery'd servants wait;
Their lord receives them at the pompous gate.
The table groans with costly piles of food,
And all is more than hospitably good.
Then led to rest, the day's long toil they drown,
Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down.

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 neighbouring wood to banish sleep.
Up, rise the guests, obedient to the call:
An early banquet deck'd the splendid hall;
Rich luscious wine a golden goblet grac'd,
Which the kind master forc'd the guests to taste.
Then, pleasd and thankful, from the porch they go
And, but the landlord, none had cause to woe;
His cup was vanish`d, for in secret guise
The younger guest purloin'd the glittering prize.

As one who spies a serpent in his way, Glistening and basking in the summer ray, Disorder'd stops to shun the danger near, Then walks with faintness on, and looks with fear; So seem'd the sire; when far upon the road, The shining spoil his wiley partner show'd. He stop d with silence, walk'd with trembling heart, And much he wish'd, but durst not ask to part: Murmuring he lifis his eyes, and thinks it hard, That generous actions meet a base reward.

While thus they pass, the sun his glory shrouds, The changing skies hang out their sable clouds; A sound in air presag'd approaching rain, And beasts to covert scud across the plain. Warn'd by the signs, the wandering pair retreat, To seek for shelter at a neighbouring seat.

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'Twas built with turrets, on a rising ground,
And strong, and large, and unimprov'd around;
Its owner's temper, timorous and severe,
Unkind and griping, caus'd a desert there.

As near the miser's heavy doors they drew,
Fierce rising gists with sudden fury blew;
The nimble lightning mix'd with showers began,
And 'o'er their heads loud rolling thunders ran.
Here long they knock, but knock or call in vain,
Driven by the wind, and barter'd by the rain.
At lengih some pity warı'd the master's breast
("Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a guest );
Slow creeking turns the door with jealous care,
And half he welcomes - in the shivering pair;
One-frugal faggot lights the naked walls,
And nature's fervour through their limbs recalls:
Bread of the coursest sort, 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 pondering hermit view'd,
In one so rich, a life so poor and rude;
And why should such , within himself he cry'd,
Lock the lost wealıh a thousand want beside?
But what new marks of wonder soon took place,
In every setiling feature of his face;
When from his vest the young companion bóre
That cup, the generous landlord own'd before,
And paid profusely with the precious bowl
The stinted kindness of this churlishi soul.

But now the clouds in airy tumult fly;
The suu emerging opes an azure sky;
A fresher green the smelling leaves display,
And glittering as they tremble, chear įhe day:
The weather courts them from the poor retreat,
And the glad master bolts the wary gate.

While bence they walk, the pilgrim's bosom wrought
With all the travel of uncertain thought;
His partner's acts without their cause appear,
'Twas there a vice, and seem'd a madness here:
Detesting that, and pitying this, he goes,
Lost and confounded with the various shows.

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Now night's dim shadès' again involve the sky, Again the wanderers want a place to lie, Again they search, and find a lodging nigh. The soil improv'd around, the mansion neat, And neither podrly low, nor idly great: It seem'd to speak its master's turn of mind, , Content, and not to praise, but virtue kind.

Hither the walkers turn with weary feets, Then bless the mansion, 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 household round his hall repair, Warn'd by a bell, and close the hours with prayer. At length the world, renew'd by calm repose,

for toil, the dappled morn arose; Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept, Near the closd cradle where an infant slept, And writh'd his neck: the landlord's little pride, return! grew

black, and gasp'd, and dy'd. Horror of horrors! what! his only son!

our Hermit when the fact was done; Not hell, though hell's black” jawo in gunder part, And breathe blue fire, could more assault bis heart.

Copfus'd, and struck with silence at the deed, He flies, but trembling fails to fly with speed..

the youth pursues; the country lay Perplex'd with roads, a servant show'd the way: A river cross'd the path; the


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 seem'd to watch a time to sin, Approached the careless guide, and thrust him in; Planging he falls, and rising lifts his head, Then nashing turns, and sinks among the dead.

Wild sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes,




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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 invest his hair;
Celestial odours breathe through purpled air;
And wings, whose colours glitter'd on the day,
Wide at his back their gradual plum s display.
The form etherial bursts upon his sight,
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;
Surprise in secret chains his words suspends,
And in a calm his settling temper ends.'
But silence here the beauteous angel broke
(The voice of music ravish'd as he spoke).

Thy prayer, thy praise, iliy life to vice únknown In sweet memorial rise before the throne: These charms, success 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! ihy fellow- servant I,

Then know the truth of government divine,
And let these scruples be no longer thine.

The Maker justly 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 state from human eye,
The Power exerts, his attributes on high,
Your ac:ions uses, nor controuls your will,
And bids the doubting sons of men be still.

What'strange events can strike with more surprise,
Than those which lately struck thy wondering 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 ivory stands with goblets shine, And forc'd his guests to morning draughts of wine,

Has, with 'the cup, the graceless cas o'n liet,
And still he welcomes, but with less of cost.

The mean, suspicious wretch, whose bolted door
Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wandering poor;
With him I left the cup, to teach his inınd
That heaven can bless, if mortals will be kind.
Conscious of wanting worth, he views the bowl,
And feels compassion touch his grateful soul.
Thus artists melt the sullen ore of l-ad,
With heaping coals of fire upon its head;
In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow,
And loose from dross the silver runs below.

Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, But now the child half-wean’d 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 save the father, took the son, To all but thee, in fits he seem'd to go, (And 'I was my ministry to deal the blow) The poor

humbled in the dust, Now owns in tears the punishment was just.

But now had all his fortune felt a wrack,
Had that false servant sped in safety back;
This night his treasur'd heaps he meant to steal,
And what a fund of charity would fail!
Thus Heaven instructs thy mind: this trial o'er,
Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more.

On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew,
The sage stood wondering as the seraph few
Thus look'd Elisha when, to mount on high,
His master took the chariot of the sky;
The fery pomp ascending left the view;
The prophet gaz'd, and wish'd to follow too.

The bending Hermit here a prayer begun, „Lord! as in heaven, on earth tby, will be done!” Then, gladly turniny, soughi his ancient place, And pass'da bite of piety and peace.

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