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Fresh o'er the gay parterres, the breezes creep,
As one who sees a serpent in his way,
While thus they pass, the sun his glory shrouds : The changing skies hang out their sable clouds ; A sound in air presag'd approaching rain, And beasts to covert scud across the plain. Warn'd by the signs, the wand'ring pair retreat. To seek for shelter in a neighb'ring seat. 'Twas built with turrets on a rising ground ; And strong and large, and unintprov'd around; Its owner's temper, tim'rous and severe, Unkind and griping, caus'd a desert there. As near the miser's heavy doors they drew, Fierce rising gusts with sudden fury blew ; The nimble lightning, mix'd with showers began. And o'er their heads loud rolling thunder ran. Here long they knock; but knock or call in vain, Driven by the wind, and batter'd by the rain. At length, some pity warm'd the master's breast : ('Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a guest ;) Slow creaking turns the door, with jealous care, And half he welcomes in the shiv'ring pair. One frugal faggot lights the naked walls, And nature's fervor through their limbs recalls ; Bread of the coarsest sort, with meagre wine, (Each hardly granted) serv'd them both to dine ; And when the tempest first appear'd to cease, A ready warning bid them part in peace. With still remark, the pond'ring hermit view'd, In one so rich, a life so poor and rude : And why should such (within himself he cry'd) Lock the lost wealth, a thousand want beside 1
But, what new marks of wonder soon took place,
While hence they walk, the pilgrim's bosom wrought
Now night's dim shades again involve the sky-
Without a vain, without a grudging heart,
At length the world, renew'd by calm repose, Was strong for toil ; the dappled morn arose ; Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept Near the clos'd cradle, where an infant slept, And writh'd his neck ; the landlord's little prideO strange return !—grew black, and gasp'd and died. Horror of horrors! what ! his only son ! How look'd our hermit when the deed was done! Not hell, though hell's black jaws in sunder part, And breathe blue fire, could more assault his heart.
Confus'd, and struck with silence at the deed, He flies; but trembling, fails to fly with speed.
His steps the youth pursues. The country lay
Wild sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes ;
Though loud, at first, the pilgrim's passion grew, Sudden he gaz'd, and wist not what to do ; Surprise, in secret chains, his word suspends, And in a calm, his settled temper ends. But silence here, the beauteous angel broke : The voice of music ravish'd as he spoke.
Thy prayer, thy praise, thy life, to vice unknown ; In sweet memorial rise before the throne :
These charms success in our bright region find,
Then know the truth of government divine,
The Maker justly claims that world he made ;
What strange events can strike with more surprise,
The great, vain man, who far'd on costly food, Whose life was too luxurious to be good ;
Who made his ivory stand with goblets shine,
The mean suspicious wretch, whose bolted door
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, 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 wreck, 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 heaven instructs thy mind. This trial o'er, Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more.
On sounding pinions here, the youth withdrew.
The bending hermit here a prayer begun :
IX.-- On the death of Mrs. Mason. -Mason TAKE, holy earth ! all that my soul holds dear :
Take that best gift, which heaven so lately gave; To Bristol's fount I bore, with trembling care,
Her faded form. She bow'd to taste the wave,
Does sympathetic fear their breast alarm?
Bid them be chaste, be innocent like thee ;
Bid them in duty's sphere, as meekly move : And if as fair, from vanity as free,
As firm in friendship, and as fond in love ; Tell them, though 'tis an awful thing to die,
('Twas e'en to thee) yet the dread path once trod, Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high, And bids the "pure in heart behold their God."
X-Extract from the Temple of Fame.—PovE. AROUND these wonders as I cast a look, The trumpet sounded and the temple shook ; And all the nations summon'd at the call, From different quarters fill the spacious hall. Of various tongues the mingled sounds were heard ; In various garbs promiscuous throngs appear'd : Millions of suppliant crowds the shrine attend, And all degrees before the goddess bend ; The poor, the rich, the valiant and the sage, And boasting youth, and narrative old age.
First, at the shrine, the learned world appear, And to the goddess thus prefer their prayer : " Long have we sought t instruct and please mankind, With studies pale, and midnight vigils blind : But thank'd by few, rewarded yet by none, We here appeal to thy superior throne ; On wit and learning the just prize bestow, For fame is all we must expect below." The goddess heard, and bid the muses raise The golden trumpet of eternal praise. From pole to pole the winds diffuse the sound, And fill the circuit of the world around : Not all at once, as thunder breaks the cloud, The notes at first were rather sweet than loud : By just degrees they every moment rise, Spread round the earth, and gain upon the skies.
Next these, the good and just, an awful train, Thus, on their knees, address the sacred fane : " Since living virtue is with envy curs'd, And the best men are treated as the worst, Do thou, just goddess, call our merits forth, And give each deed th? exact intrinsic wurth." “ Not with bare justice shall your acts be crown'd, (Said Fame) but high above desert renown'd, Let fuller notes th' applauding world amaze, And the loud clarion labor in your praise."
A troop came next, who crowns and armor wore. And proud defiance in their looks they bore,