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From each, Mie nieely culls with curious toil,
And decks ilie goddess with the glitt'ring spoil.
This catket India's glowing gems unlocks,
And all Arabia breathes from yonder boxa
The tortoise, here, and elephant, unite,
Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Here files of pino extend their shining rows,
Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, biliet doux.
Now awful beauty puts on all its arms;
The fair, each moinent, riles in lier charms,
Repairs her, (miles, awakens ev'ry grace,
And calls forth all the wonders of ber face.
VIII. The Hermit.'
FAR in a wild, unknown to public view,
From youłh to age, a rev’rend hermit grew,
The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell,
His food the fruits, his drink the cryįtal welli.
Remote from man, with God he pais'd the days;
Pray'r all his buliness, all his pleasure praise.
A life lo facred, such serene repole,
Seem'd heav'o itself, 'till one fuggeftion rose
That vice thould triumph, virtue vice obey :
This sprung fome doubt of Providence's sway.
His hopes no more a certain prospect boast,
And all the renour of his loul is loft.
So, when a smooth expanse receives, imprest,
Calm nature's image on its wat’ry brealt,
Dowu bend the banks; the trees, depending, grow;
And skies, beneatlı, with answering colours glow :
But if a stone the gentle sea divide,
Switt rufiling circles curl on every fide ;
And glinım'ring fragments of a broken fun,
Banks, trees, and skies, in-thick disorder run.
To clear this doubt; to know the world by bght;
To find if books or swains report it right ;
(For yet by swains alone the world he knew,
Whole feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew)
He quits his cell ; the pilgrim-staff' he bore,
And tix'd the scallop in his hat before :
Then with the sun, a riting journey went,
Sedate to think, and watching each event.
The morn was wasted in the pathless grafs, And long and lonesome was the wild to pass ; But, when the southern sun bad warm’d the day, A youth came posting o'er a crossing way; His raiment decent, his complexion fair, And, foft, in graceful ringlets, wav'd his hair. Then, near approaching, Father, hail! he cried; And, Hail, my fon! the rev’rend fire reply'd : Words follow'd words; from question anfwer flow'd; And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road; Till each with other pleas’d and loath to part, While in their age they differ, join in heart. Thus ftands an aged elm in ivy bound; Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around.
Now funk the fun : the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with fober gray: Nature, in silence, bid the world repose ; When, near the road, a stately palace rose : There, by the moon, through ranks of trees they pass, Whose verdure crown'd their floping sides of grass. It chanced the noble master of the dome Still made his house the wand'ring stranger's home : Yet, fill, the kindness, from a thirst of praise, Prov'd the vain flourish of expensive ease. The pair arrive; the liv'ry'd servants wait; Their lord receives them at the pompous gate : The table groans with costly piles of food; And all is more than hospitably good. Then, led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, Deep funk in fleep, and silk, and heaps of down.
At length 'tis morn ; and, at the dawn of day, Along the wide canals the zephyrs play ; Fresh, o'er the gay parterres, the breezes creep, And Thake the neighbouring wood, to banish fleep. Up rise the guests, obedient to the call ; An early banquet deck'd the splendid hall; Rich luscious wine a golden goblet graced, Which the kind master forced the guests to taste. Then, pleas'd, and thankful, from the porch they go ; And, but the landlord, none had caule of woeHis cup was vanill’d; for, in secret guise, The younger guest purloin'd the glittring prize.
As one who fees a serpent in his way
Glift’ning and bafking in the summer ray,
Disorder'd stops, to Thun the danger near,
Then walks with faintness on, and looks with fear;
So seent'd the fire, when, far upon the road,
The shining spoil his wily partner fhow'd.
He stopt with silence; walk'd with trembling heart;
And much he wilh’d, but durst not ask, to part:
Murm’ring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard
That gen'rous actions meet a base reward.
While thus they pass, the fun his glory shrouds:
The changing skies hang out their fable clouds.;
A lound in air prefag'd
approaching rain ;
And beasts, to covert, scud a-cross the plain.
Warn’d by the signs, the wand'ring pair retreat,
To seek for shelter at a neighbouring feat.
'Twas built with turrets, on a rising ground ;
And strong, and large, and unimprov'd around:
Its owner's temper, tim'rous and fevere
Unkind and griping, caus’d a desert tliere.
As near the miser's heavy doors they drew,
Fierce rifing gusts, with sudden fury, blew;
The nimble lightning, mix'd with thow'rs, began;
And o'er their heads, lond rolling thunder ran.
Here long they knock ; but knock or call in vain,
Driv'n by the wind and batter'd by the rain.
At length, fome pity warm'd the master's breasti
("Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a gueft);
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 fervour through their limbs recalls;
Bread of the coarseft fort, with eager 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 fo poor and rude :
And why should such (within himself he ery'd)
Lock the lost wealth a thousand want beside?
But, what new marks of wonder foon took place,
In every settling feature of his face,
When, from his veft, the young companion bore
That cup, the gen'rous landlord own'd before,
And paid profusely, with the precious bowl,
The itinted kindness of this churlith foul !
But, now the clouds in airy tomult fly;
The fun, emerging, opes an azure sky;
A fresher green the smelling leaves display,
And, glitt'ring as they tremble, cheer the day :
The weather courts them from the poor retreat ;
And the glad master bolts the wary gate.
While hence they walk, the pilgrim's bosom wrought
With all the travel of uncertain thought.
His partner's acts without their cause appear ;
'Twas there a vice, and seem'd a madness bere.
Detesting that, and pitying this, he goes,
Lost and confounded with the various shows.
Now night's dim shades again involve the sky;
Again the wand'rers want a place to lie ;
Again they search, and find a lodging nigh:
The soil improv'd aroumd ; the mansion neat;
And neither poorly low, nor idly great:
It seemd to speak its master's turn of mind;
Content, and, not for praise, but virtue, kind.
Hither the walkers turn, with weary feet;
Then, bless the mansion and the master greet:
Their greeting fair, bestow'd with modelt guife,
The courteous master hears, and thus replies.
Without a vain, without a grudging heart,
To him who gives us all, 1 yield a part :
From him you come ; for him-accept it here ;
A frank and sober, more than costly eheer.
He spoke ; and bade the welcome table spread :
Then talk'd of virtue till the time of bed ;
When the grave household round his hall repair,
Warn’d by a bell, and close the hours with pray'r.
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 pride
O frange return !-grew black, and gasp'd, and died. -
Horrour of horrours ! what! his only fon!
How look'd our hermit when the fact was done?
Not heli, though hell's black jaws in sunder part,
And breathe blue fire, could more affault his heart.
Confus'd and struck with filence at the deed,
He flies; but, trembling, fails to fly with fpeed.
His steps the youth pursues. The country lay
Perplex'd with roads: a servant show'd the way.
A river cross’d the path. The paffage o'er
Was nice to find : the fervant trode before :-
Long arms of oaks an open bridge supply'd;
And, deep, the waves, beneath
the bending, glide.
The youth, who seem'd to watch a time to fin,
Approach'd the careless guide, and thrust him in:
Plunging, he falls; and, rising, lifts his head ;
Then, flashing, turns, and sinks among the dead.
Wild sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes;
He bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries,
Detested wretch!But scarce his ipeech begang.
When the strange partner seem'd no longer man :
His youthful face grew more ferenely sweet ;
His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet ;.
Fair rounds of radiant points inveft his hair ;
Celestial odours breathe through purpled air
And wings, whose colours glitter'd on the day,
Wide at his back, their gradual plumes displaya
The form ethereal burits upon his fight,
And moves in all the majesty of light.
Though loud, at first, the pilgrim's passion grew,.
Sudden he gaz'd, and wist not what to do;
Surprise, in secret chains, his words fufpends ;
And, in a calm, his settling temper ends.
But silence, here, the beauteous angel broke :
The voice of music ravish'd as he spoke.
Thy pray’r, thy praise, thy life to vice unknown, In sweet memorial rise before the throne : These charms, succeis in our bright region find, And force an angel down to calm thy mind. For this commiffion'd, I forsook the sky Nay, cease to kneel thy fellow-fervant I.
Then know the truth of government divine ; And let these scruples be no longer thine,