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Its Sacred majesty thro' all depends
On using second means to work his ends :
'Tis thus, withdrawn in state from human eye,
The Pow'r exerts his attributes on high,
Your actions uses, nor controuls your will,
And bids the doubting fons of men be still.

What strange events can strike with more surprize,
Than those which lately struck 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 coft.

The mean, suspicious 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.

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Conscious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, And feels compassion touch his grateful foul.

Thus artists melt the fullen oar of lead,

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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 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 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 heav'n 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 wond'ring as the Seraph flew.
Thus look'd Elisha, wherr to mount on high,
His master took the chariot of the sky;
The fiery pomp ascending left the view ;
The Prophet gaz'd, and wish'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 pass’d a life of piety and peace.


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PIETY, or the VISION *.

?TW WAS when the night in silent sable filed,

When chearful morning fprung with rising red, When dreams and vapours leave to croud the brain, And best the vision draws its heavenly scene ; 'Twas then, as slumb'ring on my couch I lay, A sudden splendor seem'd to kindle day, A breeze came breathing in a sweet perfume, Blown from eternal gardens, fillid the room i And in a void of blue, that clouds invest, 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,


* 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 publihed in his HIBERNICUS'S LETTERS, No 62.

Her raiment glist'ring seem'd a silver white,
And all her sweet companions sons 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 shining croud
That sail'd as guardians in her azure cloud,
Fan'd the soft air, and downward seem'd to glide,
And to my lips a living coal apply'd.
Then while the warmth o'er all my pulses ran
Diffusing comfort, thus the maid began.

• Where glorious manfions are prepar'd above, « The seats of music, and the seats of love, « Thence I descend, and PIETY my name,

To warm thy bosom with celestial Alame, • To teach thee praises mix'd with humble pray'rs,

And tune thy soul to sing seraphic 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 said, She pour'd a sacred unction on my head ;



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