Your Actions uses, nor controuls your Will,
And bids the doubting Sons of Men be still.

What strange Events can strike with more Surprize,

Than those which lately ftrook thy wond'ring Eyes? Yet taught by thefe, confefs 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 morningDraughts of Wine, Has, with the Cup, the graceless Custom loft, And still he welcomes, but with lefs of Coft.

The mean,fufpicious Wretch,whofe bolted Door, Ne'er mov'd in Duty to the wand'ring Poor;

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With him I left the Cup, to teach his Mind

That Heav'n can blefs, if Mortals will be kind.
Conscious of wanting Worth, he views the Bowl,
And feels Compaffion touch his grateful Soul.
Thus Artifts melt the fullen Oar of Lead,
With heaping Coals of Fire upon its Head;
In the kind Warmth the Metal learns to glow,
And loose from Drofs, 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 Exceffes had his Dotage run?
But God, to fave 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 Duft,
Now owns in Tears the Punishment was just.

But how had all his Fortune felt a Wrack, Had that falfe Servant sped in Safety back? This Night his treasur'd Heaps he meant to steal, And what a Fund of Charity wou'd fail!

Thus Heav'n inftructs thy Mind: This Tryal o'er, Depart in Peace, refign, and fin no more.

On founding Pinions here the Youth withdrew, The Sage flood wond'ring as the Seraph flew. Thus look'd Elisha, when to mount on high His Master took the Chariot of the Sky; The fiery Pomp afcending left the View; The Prophet gaz'd, and wish'd to follow too.

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The bending Hermit here a Pray'r begun,

Lord! as in Heav'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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