Thus heav'n inftructs thy mind: this trial o'er, Depart in peace, refign, and fin no more.

On founding pinions here the Youth withdrew,
The Sage ftood 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.
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 pafs'd a life of piety and peace,

PIETY,

PIETY, or the VISION*,

W A S when the night in filent fable fled,

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When chearful morning fprung with rising red,

When dreams and vapours leave to croud the brain, And beft the vifion draws its heavenly scene;

'Twas then, as flumb'ring on my couch I lay,
A fudden fplendor feem'd to kindle day,

A breeze came breathing in a sweet perfume,
Blown from eternal gardens, fill'd the room ;
And in a void of blue, that clouds inveft,
Appear'd a daughter of the realms of rest;
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. PARNEL'S Poems published by Mr. POPE. They were firft communicated to the public by the late ingenious Mr. JAMES ARBUCKLE, and published in his HIBERNICUS'S LETTERS, No 62,

Her

Her raiment glitt❜ring feem'd a filver white,

And all her sweet companions fons 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 fhining croud

That fail'd as guardian in her azure cloud,

Fan'd the soft air, and downwards feem'd to glide,
And to my lips a living coal apply'd.

Then while the warmth o'er all my pulfes ran
Diffufing comfort, thus the maid began.

Where glorious manfions are prepar'd above,
The feats of music, and the feats of love,
Thence I defcend, and PIETY my name,

To warm thy bofom with celeftial flame,
To teach thee praises mix'd with humble pray'rs,
And tune thy foul to fing feraphic airs.

Be thou my Bard.' A vial here fhe caught,
(An Angel's hand the chrystal vial brought)
And as with awful found the word was faid,
She pour'd a facred unction on my head;

Then thus proceeded: Be thy mufe thy zeal,

• Dare to be good, and all my joys reveal.
While other pencils flatt'ring forms create,

And paint the gaudy plumes that deck the Great ;
While other pens exalt the vain delight,

• Whose wasteful revel wakes the depth of night;
• Or others foftly fing in idle lines

How Damon courts, or Amaryllis fhines;

More wifely thou select a theme divine,

Fame is their recompence, 'tis heav'n is thine,
Defpife the raptures of difcorded fire,

• Where wine, or paffion, or applause inspire
Low reftlefs life, and ravings born of earth,

Whofe meaner subjects speak their humble birth,
Like working feas, that when loud winters blow
Not made for rifing, only rage below.

Mine is a warm and yet a lambent heat,

• More lafting ftill, as more intenfely great,[breathe, Produc'd where pray`r, and praife, and pleasure And ever mounting whence it fhot beneath.

Unpaint

Unpaint the love, that hov'ring over beds, From glitt'ring pinions guilty pleasure sheds; • Restore the colour to the golden mines

With which behind the feather'd idol fhines;

To flow'ring greens give back their native care;

The rofe and lilly, never his to wear;

To fweet Arabia fend the balmy breath;

Strip the fair flesh, and call the phantom, Death;
His bow be fabled o'er, his fhafts the fame,
And fork and point them with eternal flame.

Buturge thy pow'rs, thine utm oft voice advance, • Make the loud ftrings against thy fingers dance; 'Tis love that Angels praife and men adore, 'Tis love divine that afks it all and more. Fling back the gates of ever-blazing day, • Pour floods of liquid light to gild the way ; And all in glory wrapt, thro' paths untrod Pursue the great unfeen descent of GOD. Hail the meek Virgin, bid the child appear, The child is GOD, and call him JESUS here.

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