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The Maker justly claims that world he made ; .
What strange events can itrike with more surprise, ,
The great, vain man, who far'd on costly food;
The mean suspicious wretch, whose bolted door:
Long liad our pious friend in virtue trode,
fond parent, humbled in the dust, . Now owns, in tears, the punishment was just.”.
But how had all his fortune felt a wreck,
Thus Heav'n instructs thy mind. This trial o'er,
On sounding pinions liere the youth withdrew :.
The bending hermit here a pray’r begun-
IX. On the Death of Mrs Mafon.
Take that best gift, which Heav'n so lately gave. To Bristol's fout I bore, with trembling care,
Her faded form. She bow'd to taste the wave And died. Does youth, does beauty, read the line ?
Does sympathetic fear their brealt alarm ?: Speak, dead Maria !: breathe a strain divine :
Ey'n from the grave, thou shalt have pow'r to charma Eid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee ;
Bid' them, in duty's sphere, as meekly move: And, if as fair, from vanity as free,
As firm in friendship, and as fond in love.. Tell them, though 'tis an awful thing to die.!
('Twas ev'n to thee) yet, the dread path once trodė, Heav'n lifts its everlasting portals high, And bids “ the pure in heart behold their God.”***
X. Extra&t from the Temple of Fame. A ROUND these wonders as I cast a Jook,
The trumpet founded, and the temple shook; And all the nations, summon’d at the call, , From different quarters, fill the spacious hall. Of various tongues the ringled sounds were heard ;; In various garbs promiscuous throngs appear'd : Millions of suppliant crowds the shrine attend, And all degrees before the goddess bend;
The poor, the rich, the valiant, and the fage,
First at the shrine the learned world appear, And, to the goddess, thus prefer their pray'r: " Long have we fought t'instruct and please mankind,., “ With faudies pale, with midnight vigils blind : ! But, thank'd by few, rewarded yet by none, “ We here appeal to thy superiour throne ji « On wit and learning the just prize bestow, « Eor fame is all we must expect below.”The goddess heard, and bade the muses raise The golden trumpet of eternal praise. From pole to pole the winds diffuse the sound, And fill the circuit of the world around : Not all at once, as thunder breaks the cloud ;. The notes, at first, were rather sweet than loud: By just degrees, they every moment rise ;Spread round the earth, and gain upon the Asies.
Next these, the good and just, an awful train, Thus, on their knees, address the sacred fane : 6 Since living virtue is with envy cursid, “ And the best men are treated like the worst, “ Do thou, just goddess ! call our merits forth, “ And give each deed th' exact intrinsic worth.' “ Not with bare justice shall your acts be crown'd, “ (Said Fame) but high above desert renown'd: « Let fuller notes th' applauding world amaze, “ And the loud clarion labour in your praise.?.
A troop came next, who crowns and armour wore , And proud defiance in their looks they bore. “ For thee (they cried) amidst alarms and strife, “ We fail'd-in tempefts down the stream of life ; « For thee whole nations fill'd with fire and blood, “ And swam to empire through the purple flood, “ Those ills we dar'd, thy inspiration own ; " What virtue seem'd, was done for thee alone,” “ Ambitious fools! (the queen reply'd, and frown'd) “ Be all your deeds in 'dark oblivion drown'd : « There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone ; « Your statues moulder'd, and your names un
A sudden cloud straight fnarch'd them from my fight, And each majestic phantom funk in night,
Then came the smallett tribe 1 yet had seen : Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien« Great idol of mankind ! we neither claim " The praise of merit, nor aspire te fame ; “ But, safe in deserts from th' applause of hen, " Would die unheard-of, as we liv'd unseen. 6. 'Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from fight « Those acts of goodness which themselves requite.. « O ! let us, ftill, the secret joy partake, 6.- To follow virtue, ev'n for virtue's fake."** “ And live there men who slight immortal fame? “ Who, then, with incense shall adore our name? “ But, mortals, know, 'tis still our greatest pride 66 To blaze those virtues which the good would hide, «« Rise, muses, rise ! add all your tuneful breath: “ These must not sleep in darkness, and in death.' She said. In air the trembling music floats, And on the winds triumphant Iwell the notes ;So soft, though high ; fo loud, and yet so clear ; Ev’n list’ning angels lean from heav'n to bear : To farthest shores th' ambrosial spirit flies, Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies.
XI. The Country Clergyman. . NEAR yonder copse, where, once the garden smil's,,
And, ftill, where many a garden flow'r grows wild ; ; There, where a few torn flirubs the place disclose, . The village preacher's modeft manfion role.
A man he was, to all the country dear,
His house was known to all the vagrant train
The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud,
claims allow'd :
Thus, to relieve the wretched was his pride ;
Beside the bed, where parting life was laid,
At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double fway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain’d to pray. The service past, around the pious man, With ready zeal, each honest rustic ran ; Even children follow'd, with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile : His ready fmile a parent's warmth express’d; Their welfare pleas'd him, and their cares distress'd: To them, his heart, his love, his griefs were giv'n ; But all his serious thoughts had rest in heav'n: As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and mid-way leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.