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Thy pray'r, thy praise, thy life to vice unknown, In sweet memorial rise before the throne : These charms, success in our bright region find, And force an angel down, to calm thy mind. 191 For this, commission'd, I forsook the sky, Nay, cease to kneel-Thy fellow fervant I.

Then know the truth of government divina, And let these fcruples be no longer thine. 195

The maker juftly claims that world he made, In this the right of providence is laid ; Its sacred majesty thro' all depends, On using second means to work his ends : 'Tis thus, withdrawn in ftate from human eye, The pow'r exerts his attributes on high, 20! Your actions uses, not controuls your will, And bids the doubting sons of men be still.

What ftrange events can strike with more surprize, Than those which lately strook thy wond'ring eyes! Yet, taught by these, confess th'almighty juft, 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 lost, And still he welcomes, but with less of cost.

The mean, suspicious Wretch, whose bolted door Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wand'ring poor; 215

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 compassion touch his grateful foul.
Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, 220
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, 226
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 230
(And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow).
The poor fond parent, humbled in the dust,
Now owns in tears the punishment was just.

But how had all his fortune felt a wrack, Had that false Servant sped in safety back! 235 This night his treasur'd heaps he meant to steal, And what a fund of charity would fail ! Thus Heaven instructs thy mind: This tryal o'er, Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more.

On founding pinions here the youth withdrew, The Sage stood wond'ring as the Seraph flew. 241 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. 245

The bending Hermit here a pray'r begun, Lord! as in beav'n, on earth thy will be done : Then, gladly turning, fought his antient place, And pass’d a life of piety and peace.*

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IN N Britain's isle, and Arthur's days,
When midnight faeries daunc'd the maze,

Liv'd Edwin of the Green ;
Edwin, I wis, a gentle youth,
Endow'd with courage, sense and truth,

Though badly shap'd he been.

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* The fable of this elegant, but surely immoral, poem is not the invention of Dr. Parnell, who had it, in all prom bability, from Mores Dialogues. It is a production of the darker ages, and makes the eightyeth chapter of the Gesta Romanorum

His mountain back mote well be said,
To measure heighth against his head,

And lift itself above;
Yet, spite of all that Nature did
To make his uncouth form forbid,

This creature dar'd to love.

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He felt the force of Edith's eyes,
Nor wanted hope to gain the prize,

Cou'd ladies look within ;
But one Sir Topaz dress’d with art,
And, if a shape could win a heart,

He had a shape to win.

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Edwin (if right I read my song)
With slighted passion pac'd along

All in the moony light;
'Twas near an old enchaunted court,
Where sportive faeries made resort

To revel out the night.

His heart was drear, his hope was cross’d, 'Twas late, 'twas farr, the path was lost

That reach'd the neighbour-town; With weary steps he quits the shades, Resolv'd the darkling dome he treads,

And drops his limbs adown.

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But scant he lays him on the floor,
When hollow winds remove the door,

A trembling rocks the ground :
And (well I ween, to count aright)
At once an hundred tapers light

On all the walls around.

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Now founding tongues affail his ear,
Now founding feet approachen near,

And now the sounds increase :
And from the corner where he lay
He sees a train profusely gay

Come pranckling o'er the place.

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But (trust me, gentles !) never yet
Was dight a masquing half so neat,

Or half so rich before ;
The country lent the sweet perfumes,
The sea the pearl, the sky the plumes,

The town its filken store.

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Now whilst he gaz'd, a gallant drest
In flaunting robes above the rest,

With awfull accent cry'd;
What mortal of a wretched mind,
Whofe fighs infect the balmy wind,

Has here presum'd to hide ?

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