Your Actions uses, nor controuls your Will, What strange Events can strike with more Surprize, Than those which lately ftrook thy wond'ring Eyes? Yet taught by thefe, confefs th' Almighty Juft, And where you can't unriddle, learn to trust! 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 morningDraughts of Wine, Has, with the Cup, the graceless Custom loft, And still he welcomes, but with lefs of Coft. The mean,fufpicious Wretch,whofe bolted Door, Ne'er mov'd in Duty to the wand'ring Poor; I With him I left the Cup, to teach his Mind That Heav'n can blefs, if Mortals will be kind. Long had our pious Friend in Virtue trod, 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 Duft, But how had all his Fortune felt a Wrack, Had that falfe Servant sped in Safety back? This Night his treasur'd Heaps he meant to steal, And what a Fund of Charity wou'd fail! Thus Heav'n inftructs thy Mind: This Tryal o'er, Depart in Peace, refign, and fin no more. On founding Pinions here the Youth withdrew, The Sage flood 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 The bending Hermit here a Pray'r begun, Lord! as in Heav'n, on Earth thy Will be done. Then gladly turning, fought his antient Place, And pass'd a Life of Piety and Peace. FINIS N 2 VISI |