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: place Before the pilgrims part, the younger_crept
Near the clos'd cradle; where an infant slept, hore
And writh'd his neck; the landlord's little pride, e,
O strange return! grew black, and gasp'd, and died.
Confus'd and struck with silence at the deed,
Wild sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes;
Tho' loud at first the Pilgrim's passion grew,
“ Thy prayer, thy praise, thy life to vice unknown, In sweet memorial rise before the throue :
These charms success in our bright region find,
“ 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right of Providence is laid; Its sacred majesty thro' all depends On using second means to work his ends; 'Tis thus, withdrawn in state from human eye, The Power exerts his attributes on high ; Your actions uses, nor controls your will, And bids the doubting sons of men be still.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 the Almighty just; And, where you can't unriddle, learn to trust.
“ The great, vain nian, who fard 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 custom lost, And still he welcomes, but with less of cost.
“ The mean suspicious wretch, whose bolted door Ne'er mov'd in pity to the wandering poor, With him I left the cup to teach his mind 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 lead, 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;
“ But how had all his fortunes felt a wreck,
On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew; The sage stood wondering as the seraph flew. 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 wish'd to follow too.
The bending Hermit here a prayer begun : Lord ! as in heaven, on earth thy will be done. Then, gladly turning, sought his ancient place, And pass'd a life of piety and peace.
EAR Chloe, while the busy crowd,
The vain, the wealthy, and the proud,
In Folly's maze advance;
Nor join the giddy dance.
From the gay world we'll oft retire
Where love our hours employs ;
To spoil our heart-felt joys.
And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow; From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut our home.
Of rest was Noah's. dove bereft,
That safe retreat the ark;
Explor'd the sacred bark.
Tho' fools spurn Hymen's gentle powers,
By sweet experience know,
A paradise below.
Our babes shall richest comforts bring;
Whence pleasures ever rise:
And train them for the skies.
While they our wisest hours engage,
And crown our hoary hairs :
And recompense our cares.
Or by the world forgot:
And bless our humble lot.
Our portion is not large, indeed ;
For nature's calls are few :
And make that little do.
Nor aim beyond our power ;
Nor lose the present hour.
And pleas'd with favors given;