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LXXII. This said, his powerful wand he wav'd anew : Instant, a glorious angel-train descends, The Charities, to-wit, of rosy hue ; Sweet love their looks a gentle radiance lends, And with seraphic Hame compassion blends. At once, delighted, to their charge they fly: When lo! a goodly hospital ascends;
In which they bade each lenient aid be nigh, That could the sick-bed smooth of that sad company.
LXXIII. It was a worthy edifying sight, And gives to human kind peculiar grace, To see kind hands attending day and night, With tender ministry, from place to place. Some prop the head; some, from the pallid face Wipe off the faint cold dews weak nature sheds ; Some reach the healing draught: the whilst, to
chase The fear supreme, around their soften'd beds, Some holy man by prayer all opening Heaven dispreds.
LXXIV. Attended by a glad acclaiming train, Of those he rescu'd had from gaping hell, Then turn’d the Knight; and, to his hall again Soft-pacing, sought of peace the mossy cell: Yet down his cheeks the gems of pity fell, To see the helpless wretches that remain'd, There left through delves and deserts dire to yell;
Amaz'd, their looks with pale dismay were stain'd, And spreading wide their hands they meek repen
Whilst Phæbus 'smote them sore, and fir'd the cloudless air.
LXXVI. Then, varying to a joyless land of bogs, The sadden'd country a grey waste appear'd; Where nought but putrid streams and noisome For ever hung on drizzly Auster's beard; [fogs Or else the ground by piercing Caurus seard, Was jagg’d with frost, or heap'd with glazed snow: Through these extremes a ceaseless round they
By cruel fiends still hurry'd to and fro, (steer'd, Gaunt Beggary, and Scorn, with many hell-hounds noe.
LXXVII. The first was with base dunghill rags yclad, Tainting the gale, in which they flutter'd light; Of morbid hue his features, sunk, and sad; His hollow eyne shook forth a sickly light; And o'er bis lank jaw-bone, in piteous plight, His black rough beard was matted rank and vile; Direful to see! an heart-appalling sight!
Meantime foul scurf and blotches him defile; And dogs, where-e'er he went, still barked all the
LXXVIII. The other was a fell despightful fiend; Hell holds none worse in baleful bower below: By pride, and wit, and rage, and rancour, keen'd; Of man alike, if good or bad, the foe: With nose up-turn'd, he always made a shew As if he smelt some nauseous scent; his eye Was cold, and keen, like blast from boreal snow;
And taunts he casten forth most bitterly. Such were the twain that off drove this ungodly fry.
LXXXIX. Ev'n so through Brentford town, a town of mud, An herd of bristly swine is prick'd along : The filthy beasts, that never chew the cud, Still grunt, and squeak, and sing their troublous
song, And oft they plunge themselves the mire among : But ay the ruthless driver goads them on, And ay of barking dogs the bitter throng
Makes them renew their unmelodious moan; Ne ever find they rest from their unresting fone.
-Et tantas audetis tollere moles?
As on the sea-beat shore Britannia sat,
Ev'n not yon sail, that, from the sky-mixt wave, Dawns on the sight, and wafts the Royal Youth'; A freight of future glory to my shore;
* Frederic Prince of Wales, then lately arrived.
Even not the flattering view of golden days,