Thus heav'n inftructs thy mind: this trial o'er, Depart in peace, refign, and fin no more.

On founding pinions here the Youth withdrew, The Sage ftood wond'ring as the Seraph flew. Thus look'd Elifha, when to mount on high, His mafter took the chariot of the sky; The fiery pomp ascending left the view; The Prophet gaz'd, and wifh'd to follow too. The bending Hermit here a pray'r begun, Lord! as in heav'n, on earth thy will be done. Then gladly turning, fought his ancient place, And pafs'd a life of piety and peace.

PIETY, or the VISION*.

WAS when the night in filent sable fled,

'TWA

When chearful morning fprung with rifing red, When dreams and vapours leave to croud the brain, And beft the vifion draws its heavenly scene; 'Twas then, as flumb'ring on my couch I lay,, A fudden splendor feem'd to kindle day, A breeze came breathing in a sweet perfume, Blown from eternal gardens, fill'd the room; And in a void of blue, that clouds inveft, Appear'd a daughter of the realms of reft; Her head a ring of golden glory wore,

Her honour'd hand the facred volume bore,

Her

* This, and the following poem, are not in the octavo editions of Dr. PARNELL's Poems published by Mr. POPE. They were first communicated to the public by the late ingenious Mr. JAMES ARBUCKLE, and published in his HIBERNICUS'S LETTERS, N° 62.

Her raiment glift'ring feem'd a filver white,
And all her sweet companions fons of light.

Straight as I gaz'd, my fear and wonder grew, Fear barr'd my voice, and wonder fix'd my view; When lo! a cherub of the fhining croud That fail'd as guardians in her azure cloud, Fan'd the foft air, and downward feem'd to glide, And to my lips a living coal apply'd.

Then while the warmth o'er all my pulfes ran Diffufing comfort, thus the maid began.

• Where glorious manfions are prepar'd above, The feats of mufic, and the feats of love, Thence I defcend, and PIETY my name,

To warm thy bofom with celeftial flame,
To teach thee praises mix'd with humble pray'rs,
And tune thy foul to fing feraphic airs.

Be thou my Bard.' A vial here she caught,
(An Angel's hand the crystal vial brought)
And as with awful found the word was faid,
She pour'd a facred unction on my head;

Then thus proceeded: Be thy muse thy zeal,

• Dare to be good, and all my joys reveal.

• While other pencils flatt'ring forms create,

And paint the gaudy plumes that deck the Great ; • While other pens exalt the vain delight,

• Whose wasteful revel wakes the depth of night;. • Or others foftly sing in idle lines,

'How Damon courts, or Amaryllis shines ; More wifely thou select a theme divine, Fame is their recompence, 'tis heav'n is thine. • Defpife the raptures of difcorded fire, Where wine, or paffion, or applause inspire 'Low reftlefs life, and ravings born of earth, • Whose meaner fubjects speak their humble birth, 'Like working feas, that when loud winters blow, • Not made for rifing, only rage below.

Mine is a warm and yet a lambent heat,

More lafting ftill, as more intenfely great, [breathe,

• Produc'd where pray'r, and praise, and pleasure

• And ever mounting whence it shot beneath.

• Unpaint

• Unpaint the love, that hov'ring over beds,
• From glitt'ring pinions guilty pleasure sheds ;
• Reftore the colour to the golden mines

With which behind the feather'd idol fhines; To flow'ring greens give back their native care, ‹ The rose and lilly, never his to wear ;

To fweet Arabia fend the balmy breath;

• Strip the fair flesh, and call the phantom, Death ; His bow be fabled o'er, his shafts the fame,

And fork and point them with eternal flame.

But urge thy pow'rs, thine utmost voice advance, • Make the loud strings against thy fingers dance; 'Tis love that Angels praife, and men adore, "Tis love divine that afks it all and more. Fling back the gates of ever-blazing day, • Pour floods of liquid light to gild the way; And all in glory wrapt, thro' paths untrod • Pursue the great unseen descent of GOD. • Hail the meek Virgin, bid the child appear, The child is GOD, and call him JESUS here.