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Its Sacred majefty thro' all depends
On ufing second means to work his ends :
'Tis thus, withdrawn in ftate from human eye,
The Pow'r exerts his attributes on high,
Your actions uses, nor controuls your will,
And bids the doubting fons of men be still.

What strange events can strike with more furprize,
Than those which lately ftruck thy wond'ring eyes?
Yet taught by thefe, confefs th' Almighty just,
And where you can't unriddle, learn to trust!

The great, vain man, who far'd on coftly food,
Whofe life was too luxurious to be good;
Who made his iv'ry ftands with goblets shine,
And forc'd his guests to morning draughts of wine,
Has, with the cup, the graceless custom loft,

And ftill he welcomes, but with less of coft.

The mean, fufpicious Wretch, whose bolted door,
Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wand'ring Poor ;

With him I left the cup, to teach his mind
That heav'n can blefs, if mortals will be kind.

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Confcious of wanting worth, he views the bowl,
And feels compaffion touch his grateful foul.
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 filver 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 fteps to earth again. To what exceffes had his dotage run? But God, to fave the father, took the fon. To all but thee, in fits he feem'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 juft.

But now had all his fortune felt a wrack,

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Had that falfe fervant sped in safety back?

This night his treafur'd heaps he meant to steal,

And what a fund of charity would fail!


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 stood wond'ring as the Seraph flew.
Thus look'd Elisha, when to mount on high,
His mafter 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, fought his ancient place,
And pafs'd a life of piety and peace.

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PIETY, or the VISION*.

"TWAS when the night in filent sable fled,

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 invest, Appear'd a daughter of the realms of reft; 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. PARNELL's Poems published by Mr. POPE. They were first communicated to the public by the late ingenious Mr. JAMES ARBUCKLE, and published in his HIBERNICUS'S LETTERS, N° 62,

Her raiment glift'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 guardians in her azure cloud,
Fan'd the foft air, and downward 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 mufic, 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 she caught,
(An Angel's hand the crystal vial brought)
And as with awful found the word was faid,
She pour'd a facred unction on my head;

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