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A fresher green the smelling leaves display,
While hence they walk, the pilgrims bosom wrought
Now night's dim shades again involve the sky ;)
Hither the walkers turn with weary feet,
" Without a vain, without a grudging heart,
At length the world, renew'd by calm repose,
Confus'd and struck with silence at the deed,
Long arms of oaks an open bridge supplied,
Wild sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes ;
Tho' loud at first the pilgrim's passion grew,
“ Thy pray'r, thy praise, thy life to vice unknown,
The Pow'r exerts his attributes on high ; - Your action, uses, nor controls your will;
And bids the doubting sons of men be still.
“ 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 be welcomes, but with less of cost.
“ The mean suspicious wretch, whose bolted door Ne'er mov'd in pity 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. Conscious of wanting worth, be 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 ; 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 fortunes 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 heaven 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, 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 pray’r begun : ' Lord! as in heav'n, on earth thy will be done. Then, gladly turning, sought his ancient place; . And pass'd a life of piety and peace.- PARNELL.
The love of the world detected.
THUS says the prophet of the Turk: Good Mussulman, abstain from pork : There is a part in ev'ry swine No friend or follower of mine May taste, whate'er his inclination, On pain of excommunication. Such Mahomet's mysterious charge, And thus he left the point at large. Had he the sinful part express'd, They might with safety eat the rest : But for one piece they thought it hard From the whole hog to be debarr'd; And set their wit at work to find What joint the prophet had in mind. Much controversy straight arose ; These choose the back, the belly those ; By some, 'tis confidently said He meant not to forbid the head ; While others at that doctrine rail, And piously prefer the tail. Thus, conscience freed from ev'ry clog, . Mahometans eat up the hog.
You laugh—'tis well—the tale applied May make you laugh on t other side. “Renounce the world,” the preacher cries “ We do," a multitude replies. While one as innocent regards A snug and friendly game at cards : And one, whatever you may say, Can see no evil in a play; Some love a concert, or a race, And others, shooting and the ckace. .
Revil'd and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd,
On Friendship. WAT virtue, or what mental grace, But men, unqualified and base,
Will boast it their profession ? Profusion apes the noble part Of liberality of heart,
And dulness, of discretion.
Provoke to imitation;
Or rather constellation.
A real and a sound one ;
And dream that he has found one.
An error soon corrected
Is most to be suspected ?
And taken trash for treasure,
A mere Utopian pleasure.
Nor is it wise complaining,